Touch of Grey by the Grateful Dead
A simple version for novices like me

From: rtremble0302@yahoo.com

           Touch of Grey
           Grateful Dead



A                         E-A-D                            G-D
Must be getting early, clocks are running late,
E                                     A-D
Paint-by-number morning sky, looks so phony.
A		       E         A       D                   G               D	
Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare,
E                                          A-D
Draw the curtains, I don't care, 'cause it's alright.

Chorus
E A             D
I  will get by,
E  A             D
I  will get by,
E A               G-D-E
I  will bet by,
          D
I will survive.

A                         E-A-D                            G-D
I see you've got your list out, say your piece and get out,
E                                     A-D
Yes I get the gist of it, but it's all right.
A		       E         A       D                   G               D
Sorry that you feel that way, the only thing there is to say,
E                                          A-D
Every silver lining's got a touch of grey.

Chorus

Bm7                 E           Bm7                                      E
It's a lesson to me, the Ables and the Bakers and the Cs
F#m                      Bm7  E            A        D                E
The ABCs we all must face, and try to keep a little grace.

Bm7                 E           Bm7                                      E 
It's a lesson to me, the deltas and the east and the freeze
F#m                      Bm7  E            A        D                E
The ABCs, we all think of, try to give a little love
A                         E-A-D                            G-D
I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years,
E                                     A-D
It's even worse than it appears, but it's all right.
A		       E         A       D                   G               D
Cows giving kerosene, kid can't read at seventeen,
E                                          A-D
The words he knows are all obscene, but it's all right.

Chorus
A                         E-A-D                            G-D
The shoe is on the hand it fits, there's really nothing much to it
E                                     A-D
Whistle through your teeth and spit, 'cause, it's all right.
A		       E         A       D                   G               D
Oh, well, a Touch of Grey, kind of suits you anyway
E                                          A-D
That was all I had to say, it's all right.

I will get by, I will get by
I will get by, I will survive
We will get by, we will get by
We will get by, we will survive