Rodney Crowell - Ridin’ Out the Storm

Ridinâ?? Out the Storm Rodney Crowell written by Rodney Crowell INTRO: C [C]The New York City winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel A nu[Am]mbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel [F]Alcohol and sterno turns a door[C]way to a bed And the ghost of who he might have been lives [G7]on inside his h[Am]ead In a canyon made of brownstone on a sidewalk icy black He wanders nearly barefoot with his righteousness intact A man of man mansions in a cardboard box replete He lies sleepin (allcountrytabs.com)

Ridinâ?? Out the Storm Rodney Crowell # [C]The New York City winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel [Am]The numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel [F]Alcohol and sterno turns a doorway to [C]a bed [Am] [C]And the ghost of who he might have been lives on inside his head [G] [Am] In a canyon made of brownstone on a sidewalk icy black He wanders nearly barefoot with his righteousness in tact A man of many mansions in a cardboard box replete He lies sleeping with an angel while (chordiearchive.chordie.com)

Ridinâ?? Out the Storm Rodney Crowell [C]The New York City winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel [Am]The numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel [F]Alcohol and sterno turns a doorway to [C]a bed[Am] [C]And the ghost of who he might have been lives on inside his head[G][Am] In a canyon made of brownstone on a sidewalk icy black He wanders nearly barefoot with his righteousness in tact A man of many mansions in a cardboard box replete He lies sleeping with an angel while his h (allcountrytabs.com)

Ridinâ?? Out the Storm Rodney Crowell Ridin' Out The Storm Rodney Crowell Fate's Right Hand Here is my version of this song. Country finger(slowly) pick C to G on C chord. Don't pic high E string (only at Am). Play barred F chord. Intro: C (Verse 1) [C]The New York City winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel [Em]The numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel [F]Alcohol and sterno turns a do[C]orway to a bed And the ghost of who he might have been li[G]ves on inside his h[Am]ead (allcountrytabs.com)

The New York City winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel, A numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel. Alcohol and sterno turns a doorway to a bed And the ghost of who he might have been lives on inside his head. In a canyon made of brownstone on a sidewalk icy black He wanders nearly barefoot with his righteousness intact. A man of many mansions in a cardboard box replete, And he lies sleeping with an angel while his heart pretends to beat. Ah, the wind blows down on Lonely (allcountrytabs.com)