[ Предположительная тональность: Gm ] Gm Cm It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight G Gm It's more than thunder, it's more than thunder Cm It's more than a bedroom and that's why i'm so good G Gm It's no more dancing, it's just a sad time G7 Cm C None of our pockets are filled with gold G And nobody's caught the boquet G7 Cm G And there are no dead presidents we can fold Gm Cm G Nothing is going our way, nothing is going our way It's more than a bad dream, and I've got myself into There's no more dancing there's no more dancing It's more than a goodbye that I have to say to you An only woe-be-gotten grey skies now. None of our pockets are filled with gold And nobody's caught the boquet And there are no dead presidents we can fold Nothing is going our way, nothing is going our way It's more than a trouble that I've got myself into There's no more dancing it's just a sad time It's more than a goodbye that I have to say to you And only woe-be-gotten grey skies now. It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now. It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now...