Robert Cray nasceu no dia 1º de agosto de 1953 em Columbus (Georgia). Pelo fato de ser filho de um militar, acompanhou a sua família nos seus diferentes destinos, inclusive Alemanha Ocidental (onde recebeu as primeiras aulas de piano). Embora seu pai fosse um grande colecionador de discos, encorajava-o que fosse uma espécie de novo Ray Charles, entretanto corriam os tempos do auge da guitarra: seus amigos da vizinhança tinham guitarra e seu som inundava as emissoras de rádio.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
#----------------------------------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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] Subject: crd:"The Forecast" by Robert Cray
NOTE: There's a simple rift played over the Gm7 that gives the song its character. Don't go on stage without it.
(Gm7)Coffee for my breakfast (C)shot of (Bb) whiskey on the (Gm7) side (Gm7)It's a dark and dreary morning with the (C) clouds covering (Bb) up the (Gm7) sky
(CHORUS) (Gm7)the forecast calls for (C) pain, the forecast calls for (Gm7) My (Bb) baby's turning cold and the (C) forecast (Bb) calls for (Gm7) pain
We stayed up all night talking, she's grown restless she confessed She says there's no one new, but deep down I know that's next (CHORUS)
(Bridge) She (C) says she tried and tried yes she (Gm7) has but slowly her love has died I can (C) see that deep down inside she's (Gm7) changed The forecast calls for (C) pain, the foreacst calls for (Gm7) pain The forecast calls for (C) pain, yeah, yeah, (Gm7) yeah
Play verse and chorus with lead
I can hear approaching thunder, I can feel chill run up my spine I've seen love freeze before and I know I'm on borrowed time (CHORUS)
(stay on the Gm7 here) I can feel the thunder, I can see the lightning I can feel the pain, oh it's gonna rain (CHORUS) and end!
compliments of Bob Reilly ([email protected]) and the Ready by August Band