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Artist: Jimi Hendrix
Song: "The Wind Cries Mary"
Album: Are You Experienced? (1967)
Difficulty: Intermediate/Advanced
Instrument: Ukulele
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[Intro]

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[Verse 1]
             
 After all the

            
 jacks are in 

       
their boxes
             
And the clowns

            
 have all gone

     
 to bed
             
You can hear h

            
appiness stagg

           
ering on down 

the street
           
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ssed in red
             
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hispers Mary

[Verse 2]
             
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earily sweepin

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pieces of yest

         
erday's life
            
Somewhere a Qu

        
een is weeping
           
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ng has no wife
             
And the wind i

            
t cries Mary

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[Verse 3]
             
 The traffic l

              
ights they tur

        
n blue tomorro

w
             
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r emptiness do

          
wn on my bed
             
The tiny islan

           
d sags downstr

eam
             
Cause the life

              
 that they liv

            
ed is dead
             
And the wind s

          
creams Mary

[Verse 4]
           
 Will the wind

        
 ever remember
             
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