The wind cries mary - Jimi Hendrix

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[D]After all the j[C]acks are in their bo[G]xes
And the [D]clowns have all[C] gone to [G]bed
You can hear [D] happiness [C]staggerin[G]g on down street
[Am]Footprints [C]dressed in red[F F# G]
And the w[D]ind [C]whispers M[F F# G]ary

A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday’s life
Somewhere a Queen is weeping
Somewhere a King has no wife
And the wind it cries Mary

The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
‘Cause the life they’d lived is dead
And the wind screams Mary

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers “No, this will be the last”
And the wind cries Mary.