Tom Waits - Hard rain coming down on me

^CHard rain coming down on me ^FTrying to start a fire on the muddy banks Of the Mississi^Cppi, in the ^Grain ^F Baby life i^Cs strange Now he r^Ameaches for a quarter And he stands in the corner And he screams out for some change. And ^Cnobody looks, but everybody sees And everybody feels the shame. And the ^Amrain rolls over, And the dog rolls over, And he rolls his hands to the sky. And the ^Cnuns in numbers knock their nails in Like a blackbird in a blackberry pie. ^F Says, 'Son, it ^Ghappens every ^Amday. ^F We call it run^Gning from the ra^Cin.'

^AmWell, it's a rain of thunder, It's a rain of fear, It's a busted-open bottle of Rainier beer,

It ^Creaches from the sky Like a blackbird in a blackberry pie, that's why

And ^Ameverybody is runnin' And umbrellas are poppin' And reflections take over the streets And the ^Cblood is free now And it flows to the sea now And the man says, 'I'll see him again.' ^FSaid, 'Son, it ^Ghappens every d^Amay. ^FWe call it ru^Gnning from the ^Crain.'

Well, she ^Amturned her back As he spackles the crack And the pain just peals away. And she t^Chought she knew him But an Autumn leaf blew in And it blew what she knew of him away. And she's ^Amcountin' numbers But she lost the light So now she thaws out cubed steak With a red flashlight ^CHeads turning like a doorknob, Eyes burning like a camp log, What do you think of that? ^FSaid, 'Son, it h^Gappens every d^Amay. ^FWe call it r^Gunning from the r^Cain.'

She's ^Cgone for good, You should know by now. ^F She ain't coming back anyhow. And a love to he^Cr Is a love that's thrown away. ^G And it's over^C.