Caribbean Wind acordes

C                   Em7
She was from Haiti, fair brown and intense
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 I don’t think she’d ever known about innocence
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I was playin’ a show in Miami in the theater of mystery.
C                      Em7
 Told her about Jesus, told about the rain
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 She told me about the vision, told me about the pain
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That had risen from the ashes and abided in her memory.

          C              Em7
Was she a virtuous woman? I really can’t say
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 Something about her said trust me anyway.
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As the days turned to minutes and the minutes turned back into hours.
     C                    Em7
I pretended to be sleeping and he thought I was
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But I was only paying attention like a rattlesnake does
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 When he’s hearin’ footsteps trampling on the flowers.

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 And that Caribbean wind still blows from Mexico to Curaçao,
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 From Chinatown to the furnace of desire.
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 And them distant ships of liberty on the iron waves so bold and free,
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 Bringing everyone that's near to me closer to the fire.

          C                            Em7
Well, our shadows move closer til they touched on the floor,
    F                      C
The Prodigal Son’s waiting close to the door,
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Preaching up sanity, he’s waiting for the night to arrive.
       C                       Em7
He was well connected, but her heart was a snare
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 She had left him to die in there,
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 But I knew I could get him out while he still was alive.

C                    Em7
Stars on my balcony, flies buzz my head,
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Ceiling fan’s broken, there’s heat in my bed
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Street band playin' "Nearer My God To Thee"
           C                        Em7
She looked into my eyes, I hear the mission bells ring,
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She said "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
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You can do about it, so you might as well let it be"

         F         G               C               F
When the Caribbean wind still blows from Mexico to Curaçao,
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 From Chinatown to the furnace of desire.
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And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
C/E                            F               Am     G      C          C4
 Bringing everything that ever was close to me closer to the fire.

C                     Em7
 Atlantic City by the cruel sea,
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I hear a voice crying "Daddy", I always think it's for me,
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But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that calls,
      C                     Em7
Every new messenger bringin’ evil report
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About armies that are rioting, those fuses are short [?]
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And them ugly gargoyles and hate words written on walls

C                                  Em7
 Would I have married her? I don't know I suppose,
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She had bells in her braids and fire in her clothes.
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But the curtain was rising, like they say, the show must go on
       C                     Em7
Then I felt it come over me, some kind of gloom,
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I was going to say "Come on with me, I got plenty of room"
      C           C/B          C/A         C/G     F         Bb F 
But I knew I'd be lyin', and besides she'd already gone.

         F         G               C                F
And them Caribbean wind still blows from Curaçao to Mexico,
C/E                    F            G
 From Chinatown to the furnace of desire.
    F                     G      C                 F
And them distant ships of liberty on iron waves so bold and free,
C/E                         F          G             C          C4
 Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.

 C  Em7  F  C 
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 C  Em7  F  C 
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