Richard Thompson : Pour Down Like Silver

G

D

The tears fall down like whisky, the tears fall down like wine

F

On an island made of cocaine, in a sea of turpentine

G

We all need some assistance, but won't that day be fine

C

F

C

When we're walking down the streets of Paradise Tar brush on the corner, I've never seen him before He drank ten fingers of what they had, now his feet don't touch the floor He can't see me or this dirty old town, he's got nothing to look for He's walking down the streets of Paradise

F

C

Walking down the streets of Paradise

F

Em

Dm7

G

Walking down the streets of Paradise I'd trade my silver mansion with a guard on every door I'd trade my wealth and treasure and the sash my father wore I'd trade my little sister and my brother who went before To be walking down the streets of Paradise Walking down the streets of Paradise Walking down the streets of Paradise I asked you for a racehorse, now don't hand me no mule I asked you for a fast car, don't you take me for a fool Just hand me down my telescope and a bullet I can chew I'll be walking down the streets of Paradise Walking down the streets of Paradise Walking down the streets of Paradise

C

D

...

E

D

A

E

Asus4

A

E

D

A

E

A

Asus4

A

It seems like a lifetime since I saw you

E

D

A

E

Lover, lover, I've been away too long

A

E

When I see lovers holding hands and sighing

A

E

I hang my head for shame of doing wrong

E

D

A

E

Asus4

A

Bus wheels spinning, songbirds singing, break my heart Take me back to old remembered days Remind me of the times we spent together Times before we went our separate ways

A

E

I wish I was a fool for you again

A

E

I wish I was a fool for you again

A

E

I wish I was a fool for you again I'm sorry for the things I've said, the things I've done I'm sorry for the restless thief I've been Please don't make me pay for my deceiving heart Just turn up your lamp and let me in I wish I was a fool for you again I wish I was a fool for you again I wish I was a fool for you again

E

D

A

E

Asus4

A

Capo:

II

D

G

D

C

G/b

Am

Em7

D

Gold-haired poor boy, you took him for fun

G

A

D

He dressed for the tinkering trade

G

A

D

He dressed for the tinkering trade

G

C

D

G

Am

Em7

Now the poor boy is taken away No use waiting like a ghost in a dream The world has no comfort to bring The world has no comfort to bring He left you to get everything

D

G

D

C

G/b

Am

Em7

D

G

A

D

G

A

D

G

C

No use standing, waving adieu The penny won't drop in your mind The penny won't drop in your mind The old flame's left you behind No use crying in a room full of memories You never will find yesterday You never will find yesterday And the poor boy is taken away

D

Capo:

VII

|

D

|

Am

|

G

F

|

D

|

x3

C

D

Am

Night comes in, like some cool river

G

F

D

How can there be, be another day?

C

D

Am

Come take my hand, oh real companion

G

F

D

And we'll dance, dance till we fade away Oh, the sands pour, pour down like silver They can only, only break my heart They drink the wine, the wine of lovers Lovers tired of being apart

Bm

D

Dancing till my feet don't touch the ground

Bm

F

I lose my mind and dance forever Lose my mind and dance forever

G

A

Turn my world around Turn my world around

Instrumental verse x2

Oh, this night is like no other And this room is ringing in my ears And these friends will never leave me And these tears are like no other tears Dancing till my feet don't touch the ground I lose my mind and dance forever Lose my mind and dance forever Turn my world around Turn my world around |

D

|

Am

|

G

F

|

D

| Well, I may find that street tomorrow Leave the shadow of my lonely room See my one, my one and only Heart and soul, I'm coming soon

Instrumental verse to fade

Capo:

III

G

Jet plane in a rocking chair

C

Roller-coaster, roll nowhere

Em

D

C

Deaf and dumb old dancing bear

G

I'll change this heart of mine

C

D

This time, this time Sea cruise in a diving bell Run a mile in a wishing well Soft soap and nothing to sell I'll change this heart of mine This time, this time

C

Here comes the real thing

F

C

F

C

G

F

C

G

I've been waiting for so long, for so long

C

D

I've been looking for a love like you Crossed line on the telephone Crossed eyes and a canny moan Cross fingers and head for home I'll change this heart of mine This time, this time Play sick in a feather bed Act cool when you're stony dead I'm a fool with a size one head I'll change this heart of mine This time, this time Here comes the real thing I've been waiting for so long, for so long I've been looking for a love like you Jet plane in a rocking chair Roller-coaster, roll nowhere Deaf and dumb old dancing bear I'll change this heart of mine This time, this time This time, this time This time, this time

Tuning: CGDGBE (Drop C/g)

C 002010

Cadd4 003010

G5 x00033

Am x22210

C

Cadd4

G5

Beat my retreat, back home to you Beat my retreat, back home to you

Am

C

I'm burning all my bridges I'm burning all my bridges I'm burning all my bridges

G5

C

Cadd4

I'm running back home to you Trailing my colours, back home to you Trailing my colours, back home to you This world is filled with sadness This world is filled with sadness This world is filled with sadness I'm running back home to you

Instrumental verse

Follow the drum, back home to you Follow the drum, back home to you There was no sense in my leaving There was no sense in my leaving There was no sense in my leaving I'm running back home to you

G

C

G

They say running into you is like running into trouble

C

F

You bend my ear and I see double

C

G

C

You're everybody's idea of a waste of time

G

You still come around 'cause I used to listen

C

F

But I run a steamship I don't run a mission

C

G

C

G

Don't be mistaken in thinking you're a friend of mine

C

F

C

F

Those hard luck stories it's all I ever get from you

C

F

C

G

C

Hard luck stories you're going to drive me out of my mind

C

F

C

F

Hard luck stories it's all I ever get from you

C

F

C

G

C

Bb

F

C

Hard luck stories you're going to drive me out of my mind Well the boss won't give you change of a penny Everybody's got money but you haven't any If I cared about you I'd say it was a crying shame Your wife ran away, she left you on Sunday She cried when she left you, she was laughing on Monday She should have known better and never gone and changed her name Those hard luck stories it's all I ever get from you Hard luck stories you're going to drive me out of my mind Hard luck stories it's all I ever get from you Hard luck stories you're going to drive me out of my mind Why don't you grow up, why don't you settle down Why don't you get a job, why don't you leave town Even a chicken has to do what it has to do You don't like one thing, you don't like another You don't like anything that looks like bother Everyone don't like something, and we all don't like you Those hard luck stories it's all I ever get from you Hard luck stories you're going to drive me out of my mind Hard luck stories it's all I ever get from you Hard luck stories you're going to drive me out of my mind

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

Capo:

I

D

A

This old house is falling down around my ears

G

D

A

I'm drowning in a river of my tears

D

/c#

/b

A

When all my will is gone, you hold me sway

G

D

A

D

G

/a

/b

/c#

D

I need you at the dimming of the day

/d

/c#

/b

A

E

You pull me like the moon pulls on the tide

A

E

You know just where I keep my better side |

A

D

|

G

|

G

| What days have come to keep us far apart? A broken promise or a broken heart Now all the bonny birds have wheeled away I need you at the dimming of the day Come the night you're only what I want Come the night you could be my confidant I see you on the streets in company Why don't you come and ease your mind with me I'm ready for the night we steal away I need you at the dimming of the day I need you at the dimming of the day

Richard Thompson : Pour Down Like Silver
1975

Streets Of Paradise

For Shame Of Doing Wrong

The Poor Boy Is Taken Away

Night Comes In

Jet Plane In A Rocking Chair

Beat The Retreat

Hard Luck Stories

Dimming Of The Day

Richard Thompson : Pour Down Like Silver 1975

Streets Of Paradise

For Shame Of Doing Wrong

The Poor Boy Is Taken Away

Night Comes In

Jet Plane In A Rocking Chair

Beat The Retreat

Hard Luck Stories

Dimming Of The Day

Richard Thompson : Pour Down Like Silver
1975