G:320003   D:000323   Am:002210    F:133211   C:030210

D                                  C                 Am
                     C
Scratch my back with a lightnin' bolt, thunder rolls like a bass drum note

C                                       D                       G
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band

      D                             C               Am
                          C
We all fell down from the Milky Way, hangin' round here till Judgement Day

F                 C                     D
Heaven only knows who's in command

G           D                  Am    C         G         D
Barefoot children in the rain.  Got no need to explain

G           D                 Am                  C             G
                  C                            G
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain.  It's always understood by those who
plays the game

C           D                  G
Barefoot children in the rain

D                                C                      Am
                                  C
Show me yours and I'll show you mine, take me back to days full of monkey
shines

C                                      D                             G
Bouncin' on a bubble full of trouble in the summer sun

D                                C             Am
                           C
Keep your raft from the river boat, fiction over fact always has my vote

F                         C                                   D
And wrinkles only go where the smiles have been

G           D                  Am    C         G         D
Barefoot children in the rain.  Got no need to explain

G           D                 Am                  C              G
                  C                          G
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain.  It's always understood by those who
play the game

C           D                   G
Barefoot children in the rain

C                 G                C                Am
La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la laa

C           D                   G
Barefoot children in the rain

D                                 C               Am                       C
Scratch my back with a ligtnin' bolt, thunder rolls like a bass drum note

C                                       D                       G
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band

D                                     C                             Am
                                  C
The sky turns blue and the sun appears, but the question's still what are we
doin' here?

F                      C                       D
I don't think the answer's close at hand

G           D                  Am    C         G         D
Barefoot children in the rain.  Got no need to explain

G           D                             Am      C              G
                 C                           G
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain.  It's always understood by those who
play the game

C           D                   G
Barefoot children in the rain.