Tom: C
Introdução:
C G
Ramona come closer shut softly your watery eyes.
C
The pangs of your sadness will pass as your senses will rise.
F G
The flowers of the city though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes.
But aint no use in tryin' to deal with the dyin'
C
Though I cannot explain that in lines.
Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss, as to be by the strength of your skin.