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White Room chords  (version 1)
Cream  1968 Wheels of Fire (Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) 

Capo V

Dm C Am G 
Dm C Am G  G7

       A          G           D        F         A       G F G
In the white room, with black curtains, near the station.
           A      G         D        F       A         G F G
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
       A      G         D        F         A         G F G
Silver horses, ran down moonbeams, in your dark eyes.
           A      G       D       F      A        G F G
Dawn light smiles, on you leaving, my contentment.

     G            D               F         E
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
G            D               F       G            A
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

         A          G        D        F       A       G F G
You said no strings, could secure you, at the station.
         A      G         D       F        A       G F G
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
         A   G        D        F       A       G F G
I walked into, such a sad time, at the station.
     A          G        D        F       A       G F G
As I walked out, felt my own need, just beginning.

     G           D              F           E
I'll wait in the queue when the trains come by;
G        D             F       G            A
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

Dm C Am G 
Dm C Am G  G7

       A     G        D        F       A         G F G
At the party, she was kindness, in the hard crowd.
     A     G         D         F       A       G F G
Consolation, for the old wound, now forgotten.
       A      G         D         F        A        G F G
Yellow tigers, crouched in jungles, in her dark eyes.
          A        G        D       F      A        G F G
Now she's dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

     G             D              F      E
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
G          D              F       G            A
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

Dm C Am G 
Dm C Am G  G7

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White Room chords  (version 2)
Cream  1968 Wheels of Fire (Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) 

Capo III

Em D Bm A 
Em D Bm A  A7

       B          A           E        G         B       A G A
In the white room, with black curtains, near the station.
           B      A         E        G       B         A G A
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
       B      A         E        G         B         A G A
Silver horses, ran down moonbeams, in your dark eyes.
           B      A       E       G      B        A G A
Dawn light smiles, on you leaving, my contentment.

     A            E               G         F#
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
A            E               G       A            B
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

         B          A        E        G       B       A G A
You said no strings, could secure you, at the station.
         B      A         E       G        B       A G A
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
         B    A       E        G       B       A G A
I walked into, such a sad time, at the station.
     B         A         E        G       B       A G A
As I walked out, felt my own need, just beginning.

     A           E              G           F#
I'll wait in the queue when the trains come by;
A        E             G       A            B
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

Em D Bm A 
Em D Bm A  A7

       B     A        E        G       B         A G A
At the party, she was kindness, in the hard crowd.
     B      A        E        G        B      A G A
Consolation, for the old wound, now forgotten.
       B      A            E       G       B        A G A
Yellow tigers, crouched in jungles, in her dark eyes.
          B        A        E      G       B        A G A
Now she's dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

     A             E              G      F#
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
A          E              G       A            B
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

Em D Bm A 
Em D Bm A  A7

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