Ryan Adams

^C See the rain on the ^G street
^F The way the cars ^C shine
^C And the scotch that she ^G drinks
^F With her lips so ^G fine
^Am And her shoulders go ^C weak
^F As she closes her ^G eyes
^C Oh, ^G my ^F God, when ^C she was ^F mine
^C See how she moves through the ^G door
^F How she loses her ^C keys
^C How she loses her ^G cool
Watching b ^F lackbirds scatter through the ^G trees
^Am How she flips from the ^C back to the front
^F Reading maga ^G zines
^C Oh, ^G my ^F God, I m ^C iss those ^F things
And it's a ^C hard ^G way to fal ^F l
And this ain't the ^C eas-- ^G y way ^F down
And it's a ^C hard ^G thing to ^F love ^C anyone, a ^F nyhow
^Am So if it's gotta be ^C you
^F Treat her ^G nice
^F Hold her ^C hand
^F And tell her ^G twice
^Am That she doesn't have to ^C worry
^F And it will be al ^G right
^C It's ^G alr ^F ight ^C this t ^F ime
^C It's ^G alr ^F ight ^C this ^F time
^C See her smiling at ^G him
^F That used to be ^C me
^C I could find her in a ^G thunderstorm
Just by the ^F way that the ^G rain would fall
^Am And we used to be ^C something
^F But somethin' happened to ^G me
^C Oh, ^G my ^F God, when ^C I was f ^F ree
And it's a ^C hard ^G way to f ^F all
And this ain't ^C eas-- ^G y way ^F down
And it's a ^C hard ^G thing to ^F love a ^C nyone, ^F anyhow
And it's a ^C hard ^G way to f ^F all
And this ain't the ^C eas-- ^G y way ^F down
And it's a ^C hard ^G thing to ^F love a ^C nyone, ^F anyhow
Enjoy
“I'm as calm as a fruit-stand in NY City”
- Ryan Adams