Better Than Ezra
Cry In The Sun Ukulele Chords
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Date: Tue, 24 Oct 1995 20:44:38 -0500
From: arabella@mail.utexas.edu (Arabella Clauson)
Subject: CRD: "Cry in the Sun" by Better Than Ezra
"Cry In The Sun" (Better Than Ezra)
Album: Deluxe, Track 6
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F F C C F F C C
F D
You clean your room and under your bed
F C
Lay a picture long forgotten
F D
With a hand to your head you sigh out loud
F C
As a memory rushes over
F F C C
And buries you
F
Summer rain storm
D
But the shed was dry
F C
With a girl from Carolina
F
And you held her so tight
D
For the warmth that the rain denied
F C
As the time was slow to a flash
Am C
So alive
Listen to them when they say
CHORUS:
F F C C
Cry in the sun
F F C C
When the devil beats his wife
F F C C
Cry, cry, cry in the sun
Am C F F C C
Hope I never see the price of my freedom yeah
F
We dance and sing now
D
Trace the moon
F C
As it crawled across the night sky
F
Covered in a dream
D
A lovers' pact
F C
Here's the now and don't look back
Am C
Oh and how I tried
To heed the words written here
CHORUS:
F F C C
Cry in the sun
F F C C
When the devil beats his wife
F F C C
Cry, cry, cry in the sun
Am C F F C C
Hope I never see the price of my freedom
BRIDGE:
Am C
For everyone yeah
F D
There's a person place or time
Am C
That brings you back and makes you feel alive
F D
Before your reason clouds your eye
F C
You could rule the world if you wanted to
F D F C
F D
Well I hear you're living far away
F C
And that life's treated you well
F D
You know that we were young and this picture's old
F C
But I still can hear you say through the pounding of the rain
Am C
And don't if you try
Tell me can you hear them say
CHORUS:
F F C C
Cry in the sun
F F C C
When the devil beats his wife
F F C C
Cry, cry, cry in the sun
Am C
Hope I never see the price of my freedom
Am C
Hope I never see the price of my freedom
F F C C F F C C F F C C F F C C
Arabella Clauson (arabella@mail.utexas.edu)
Please send corrections. Some of the lyrics are innacurate I'm afraid.