Cifras
When It Rains

Tono: C

Introducción:

dificultad
intermedio |||||
 Am  C   E 
verse 1
 E                                                 Bm 
When it rains, the streets   of Chicago
 F#m                                                               Am                       B 
shine like jewels, though it's just   broken glass
 E                                       Bm 
When the sun shines, dirty pigeons
 F#m                                         Am                                             B 
coo like doves in the dy - ing trees
INTERLUDE 1
                             G#m                                         C#m 
And the drunks     going through the gar - bage
               G#m                                             C#m 
in the al - ley behind my house
                 C                                       E 
smile up at the falling buil - dings,
       Am                             C                       E 
so bittersweet like crying clowns
INTERLUDE 2

 Am  C   E 
verse 2
 E                                                 Bm 
And through the cars, boun - cing over puddles
 F#m                                   Am                   B 
Children weave on sto - len bikes
         E                                     Bm 
The vacant lots are full   of old men
         F#m                           Am                         B 
sear - ching for nine - teen twenty-five
INTERLUDE 3
                       G#m                         C#m 
And in the parks, lonely wo - men
                           G#m             G#                 C#m 
tossing bread     to the rabid dogs
                 C                                     E 
smile up at the passing air - planes
                     Am                             C                             E 
as if the sky were full of snow-white swans
INTERLUDE 4

                             G#m                                         C#m 
And the drunks     going through the gar - bage
               G#m                                             C#m 
in the al - ley behind my house
                 C                                       E 
smile up at the falling buil - dings,
       Am                             C           E 
so bittersweet like crying clowns
OUTRO