Raymond Thomas (Stourport-on-Severn, Worcestershire, England, 29 December 1941 – 4 January 2018) was an English musician, best known as a flautist, singer and composer in the rock band, The Moody Blues.
In the 1950's, Thomas joined the Birmingham Youth Choir. He began singing with various Birmingham blues and soul groups, including the Saints and Sinners as well as the Ramblers. Taking up the harmonica, he then started bands with keyboardist and future Moody Blues bandmate Mike Pinder.
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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Hey Mama Life (Ray Thomas)
DAGA Hey, hey mama life, is a lonely time
DAGA For a man, who drinks his whisky, by the jar
DAGA Now I do believe, the life I lead, won't get me very far
F#mBm I was once told, the streets were paved in gold
EmAsusA Now I know them for what they are
DAGA Hey, hey mama life, has a sweeter sound
DAGA For a man, who lives his life, for his dream
DA Yet he must be aware, there are those who care
GA And of those who would bring him down
F#mBmEmAsusA Separate trust, from your cut and thrust, the truth can still be found
BmF#mBmEm For the crossroads of your life, will lead you almost anywhere
A You'll see tomorrow
BmF#mBmEmA Your castles in the air, they were never really there
DF#mBmD Take the pride from a man, you're left without a meaning
GF#mEm Take the wings from a bird, how can it fly
DF#mBmD Give him hope, give him trust, and a little understanding
GF#mEm Give him back his pride, you'll be satisfied
DAGA [Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh...] x3
DAGGG/F# EmA Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh
DAGA Hey, hey mama life, is a lonely time
DAGA For a man, who drinks his whisky, by the jar
DAGA Now I do believe, the life I lead, it won't get me very far
F#mBm I was once told, the streets they were paved in gold
EmAsusA Now I know them for what they are
DAGA [Aaaaaaaaaahhhh...] Repeat and fade
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