| A | Em | D | |
| Comes a time, when the | blind man takes your | hand |
| A | |
| Says don't you | see |
| B | E | |
| Gotta make it | some | how |
| D | A | |
| On the d | reams you still b | elieve |
| E | F | F#m7 | |
| Don't give it | up, you got an em | pty | cup |
| Em7 | F#m7 | Em7 | F#m7 | |
| Only love can | fill, | Only love can | fill |
| (Verse 1:) |
| A | E | Bm | D | |
| Been walking all m | orning, | went walking all | night |
| A | E | Bm | D | |
| I can't see much d | ifference b | etween the dark and | light |
| A | E | Bm | D | |
| And I feel the win | d, a | nd I taste the r | ain |
| A | E | Bm | D | |
| Never in my m | ind | to cause so much | pain |
| (Chorus) |
| (Verse 2:) |
| >From day to day, just letting it ride |
| You get so far away from how it feels inside |
| You can't let go cause you're afraid to fall |
| The day may come when you can't feel at all |
| (Chorus) |
| From: steved+@pitt.edu (Steve L Dondershine) |
| COMES A TIME |
| Grateful Dead |
| Chorus: |
| A | Em | D | |
| Comes a time, when the blind man takes your hand |
| A bass walk |
| Says don't you see |
| E | F#m | E | |
| Gotta make it somehow |
| D | A | |
| On the dreams you still believe |
| E F F#m -> G |
| Don't give it up, you got an empty cup |
| F#m | G | F#m | G | |
| Only love can fill, Only love can fill |
| Verse 1: |
| A | E | D | |
| Been walking all morning, went walking all night |
| A | E | D | |
| I can't see much difference between the dark and light |
| A | E | D | |
| And I feel the wind, and I taste the rain |
| A | E | D | |
| Never in my mind to cause so much pain |
| (Chorus) |
| Verse 2: |
| From day to day, just letting it ride |
| You get so far away from how it feels inside |
| You can't let go cause you're afraid to fall |
| The day may come when you can't feel at all |
| (Chorus) |
| This was posted before and I have changed it a bit, any |
| further improvements are welcome... SD |
| -- | |
| steved+@pitt.edu | "wherever you go, there you are!" - Buckaroo Bonzai |
| F | C | |
| Thought I heard a blackbird singin' |
| G | Em | |
| Up on Bluebird Hill |
| F | C | G | |
| Call me a whinin' boy if you will |
| F | C | |
| Born where the sun don't shine |
| G | Em | |
| And I don't deny my name |
| G | D | C | |
| Got no place to go, ain't that a shame |
| Thought I heard that KC whistle |
| Moanin sweet and low |
| Thought I heard that KC when she blow |
| Down where the sun don't shine |
| Underneath the Kokomo |
| Whinin boy - got no place to go |
| Am | D | |
| So many roads I tell you |
| B7 | Em | |
| So many roads I know |
| C | G | Fmaj7 | |
| All I want is one to take me home |
| Am | D | |
| Mountain high, river wide |
| B7 | Em | |
| So many roads to ride |
| C | G | Fmaj7 | Em | D | |
| So many roads - so many roads |
| Thought I heard a jug band playin' "If you don't who else will?" |
| From over on the far side of the hill |
| All I know is the sun don't shine |
| And the rain refuse to fall |
| And you don't seem to hear me when I call |
| Wind inside, the wind outside |
| Tangled in the window blind |
| Tell me why you treat me so unkind |
| Down where the sun don't shine |
| Lonely and I call your name |
| No place left to go - ain't that a shame |
| New York to San Francisco |
| So many roads I know |
| All I want is one to take me home |
| Dm | B7 | |
| From the high road to the low |
| Em | Am7 | |
| So many roads I know |
| C | G | Fmaj7 | Esus4 | E | |
| So many roads - so many roads |
| Trill |
| From the land of the midnight sun |
| Where the ice blue roses grow |
| Along the roads of gold and silver snow |
| Howlin' wide or moanin' low |
| So many roads I know |
| G | D | C | |
| So many roads to ease my soul |
| So Many roads to ease my soul .... |