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White Room chords  (version 1)
Cream  1968 Wheels of Fire (Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) 

Capo V

    
     

             
In the white r

             
oom, with blac

            
k curtains, ne

             
ar the station

   
.
             
Black roof cou

             
ntry, no gold 

            
pavements, tir

              
ed starlings.
             
Silver horses,

            
 ran down moon

             
beams, in your

            
 dark eyes.
             
Dawn light smi

            
les, on you le

            
aving, my cont

          
entment.

             
I'll wait in t

             
his place wher

             
e the sun neve

  
r shines;
            
Wait in this p

              
lace where the

            
 shadows run f

        
rom themselves

.

             
You said no st

             
rings, could s

            
ecure you, at 

             
the station.
             
Platform ticke

            
t, restless di

             
esels, goodbye

          
 windows.
            
I walked into,

             
 such a sad ti

            
me, at the sta

       
tion.
             
As I walked ou

            
t, felt my own

             
 need, just be

         
ginning.

             
I'll wait in t

             
he queue when 

             
the trains com

  
e by;
            
Lie with you w

             
here the shado

             
ws run from th

  
emselves.

    
     

            
At the party, 

             
she was kindne

            
ss, in the har

         
d crowd.
            
Consolation, f

             
or the old wou

            
nd, now forgot

       
ten.
             
Yellow tigers,

            
 crouched in j

             
ungles, in her

           
 dark eyes.
             
Now she's dres

             
sing, goodbye 

            
windows, tired

           
 starlings.

             
I'll sleep in 

             
this place wit

            
h the lonely c

rowd;
            
Lie in the dar

             
k where the sh

             
adows run from

     
 themselves.

    
     

Set8

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White Room chords  (version 2)
Cream  1968 Wheels of Fire (Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) 

Capo III

    
     

             
In the white r

             
oom, with blac

            
k curtains, ne

             
ar the station

   
.
             
Black roof cou

             
ntry, no gold 

            
pavements, tir

              
ed starlings.
             
Silver horses,

            
 ran down moon

             
beams, in your

            
 dark eyes.
             
Dawn light smi

            
les, on you le

            
aving, my cont

          
entment.

             
I'll wait in t

             
his place wher

             
e the sun neve

  
r shines;
            
Wait in this p

              
lace where the

            
 shadows run f

        
rom themselves

.

             
You said no st

             
rings, could s

            
ecure you, at 

             
the station.
             
Platform ticke

            
t, restless di

             
esels, goodbye

          
 windows.
             
I walked into,

            
 such a sad ti

            
me, at the sta

       
tion.
             
As I walked ou

            
t, felt my own

             
 need, just be

         
ginning.

             
I'll wait in t

             
he queue when 

             
the trains com

  
e by;
            
Lie with you w

             
here the shado

             
ws run from th

  
emselves.

    
     

            
At the party, 

             
she was kindne

            
ss, in the har

         
d crowd.
            
Consolation, f

             
or the old wou

            
nd, now forgot

      
ten.
             
Yellow tigers,

            
 crouched in j

             
ungles, in her

           
 dark eyes.
             
Now she's dres

             
sing, goodbye 

            
windows, tired

           
 starlings.

             
I'll sleep in 

             
this place wit

            
h the lonely c

#
rowd;
            
Lie in the dar

             
k where the sh

             
adows run from

     
 themselves.

    
     

Set8

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