Biography:
Sons of Bill are a country rock band from Charlottesville, Virginia, that formed in the fall of 2005. At its core are brothers James, Sam, and Abe Wilson, the sons of Bill Wilson, the source of the band's name. The brothers returned to Virginia from very different paths in life to form a band based in the country music they grew up learning from their father while bringing along their interests in rock and jazz to influence their sound.
James Wilson plays acoustic guitar and is the band's lead vocalist.
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The Rain - Sons of Bill
(CAPO 2nd FRET)
Em G D Em G D Em G D Em G D
Em G D
I could blame it on the moon
Em G D
For calling me out to-night
Em G D
Maybe I'm just a little bit lonesome, baby
Em G D
And maybe my head ain't right
Em G D
I could walk down to the station
Em G D
See my reflection on the ground
Em G D
Receeding in the ripples
Em G D
But I do not hear a sound
Cadd9 D
I don't hear a sound
Em G D
The devil she comes to me says
Em G D
"Boy, do you wanna go out to-night?"
Em G D
She's got a fourty ounce hurricane in her left hand
Em G D
And a fourty-five in her right
Em G D
You're dying just to touch her
Em G D
And your heart just wants to scream
Em G D
So you pull her just a little bit closer
Em G D
And pre-tend its all just a dream
Cadd9 D
'Cause it's just a dream
CHORUS
Cadd9 Em D Em
Oh and I....... ain't the man I wanna be
C G D
They call it freedom as you're reaching for your chains
Cadd9 Em D Em
Oh and I....... am haunted by the memo-ries
C G D
Of who I used to be when I didn't hate the rain
Em G D
Like I hate the rain
Em G D Em G D Em G D
Em G D
I could blame it on the moon
Em G D
For calling me out to-night
Em G D
Maybe I'm just a little bit lonely, baby
Em G D
And maybe my head ain't right
Em G D
I ain't trying to sing the blues
Em G D
It's bloody fingers and guitar strings
Em G D
Twelve bars is just a prison
Em G D
When there's nothing else left to sing
Cadd9 D
There's nothing left to sing
[REPEAT CHORUS]
Em G D
I hate the rain
Em G D
Like I hate the rain
Em G D
I hate the rain
(CAPO 2nd FRET)
Em G D Em G D Em G D Em G D
Em G D
I could blame it on the moon
Em G D
For calling me out to-night
Em G D
Maybe I'm just a little bit lonesome, baby
Em G D
And maybe my head ain't right
Em G D
I could walk down to the station
Em G D
See my reflection on the ground
Em G D
Receeding in the ripples
Em G D
But I do not hear a sound
Cadd9 D
I don't hear a sound
Em G D
The devil she comes to me says
Em G D
"Boy, do you wanna go out to-night?"
Em G D
She's got a fourty ounce hurricane in her left hand
Em G D
And a fourty-five in her right
Em G D
You're dying just to touch her
Em G D
And your heart just wants to scream
Em G D
So you pull her just a little bit closer
Em G D
And pre-tend its all just a dream
Cadd9 D
'Cause it's just a dream
CHORUS
Cadd9 Em D Em
Oh and I....... ain't the man I wanna be
C G D
They call it freedom as you're reaching for your chains
Cadd9 Em D Em
Oh and I....... am haunted by the memo-ries
C G D
Of who I used to be when I didn't hate the rain
Em G D
Like I hate the rain
Em G D Em G D Em G D
Em G D
I could blame it on the moon
Em G D
For calling me out to-night
Em G D
Maybe I'm just a little bit lonely, baby
Em G D
And maybe my head ain't right
Em G D
I ain't trying to sing the blues
Em G D
It's bloody fingers and guitar strings
Em G D
Twelve bars is just a prison
Em G D
When there's nothing else left to sing
Cadd9 D
There's nothing left to sing
[REPEAT CHORUS]
Em G D
I hate the rain
Em G D
Like I hate the rain
Em G D
I hate the rain
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