Original tab by: macon@gallifry.Berkeley.EDU (Glen Macon)

Album: Are You Experienced (1967)

[Intro]
          
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[Riff A]
   
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[Verse 1]
             
  After all th

           
e jacks are in

         
 their boxes
             
And the clowns

           
 have all gone

    
 to bed
             
You can hear h

           
appiness    st

            
aggering on do

wn the street
           
Footprints dre

              
ssed in red
            
And the wind w

                  
hispers Mary

[Verse 2]
           
  A broom is d

            
rearily sweepi

ng
             
Up the broken 

           
pieces of yest

            
erday's life
          
Somewhere a Qu

       
een is weeping
           
Somewhere a Ki

             
ng has no wife
             
And the wind i

                 
t cries Mary

[Lead]
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[Verse 3]
             
  The traffic 

           
lights they tu

             
rn blue tomorr

ow
             
And shine thei

            
r emptiness   

           
 down on my be

d
             
The tiny islan

           
d   sags downs


tream
             
Cause the life

              
 that they liv

        
ed is dead
            
And the wind s

                 
creams Mary

[Verse 4]
            
  Will the win

          
d ever remembe

r
             
The names it h

           
as blown in th

   
e past
              
And with this 

            
crutch, its ol

            
d age, and its

 
 wisdom
              
It whispers “N

            
o, this will b

            
e the last”
            
And the wind c

               
ries Mary

[Outro]