D                                  C                 Am 
                     C 
Scratch my back with a lightnin' bolt, thunder rolls like a bass drum note 
 
C                                       D                       G 
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band 
 
      D                             C               Am 
                          C 
We all fell down from the Milky Way, hangin' round here till Judgement Day 
 
F                 C                     D 
Heaven only knows who's in command 
 
G           D                  Am    C         G         D 
Barefoot children in the rain.  Got no need to explain 
 
G           D                 Am                  C             G 
                  C                            G 
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain.  It's always understood by those who 
plays the game 
 
C           D                  G 
Barefoot children in the rain 
 
D                                C                      Am 
                                  C     
Show me yours and I'll show you mine, take me back to days full of monkey 
shines 
 
C                                      D                             G 
Bouncin' on a bubble full of trouble in the summer sun 
 
D                                C             Am 
                           C 
Keep your raft from the river boat, fiction over fact always has my vote 
 
F                         C                                   D 
And wrinkles only go where the smiles have been 
 
G           D                  Am    C         G         D 
Barefoot children in the rain.  Got no need to explain 
 
G -  D  -  Am  -  C  -  G 
 
G                 C                          G      
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain.  It's always understood by those who 
play the game 
 
C           D                   G  
Barefoot children in the rain 
  
C                 G                C                Am 
La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la laa 
 
C           D                   G - D  - C 
Barefoot children in the rain 
 
Am                       C 
Scratch my back with a ligtnin' bolt, thunder rolls like a bass drum note 
 
                                       D                       G                          D 
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band 
 
D  -  C -  Am 
Am                                C 
The sky turns blue and the sun appears, but the question's still what are we doin' here? 
 
F                      C                       D 
I don't think the answer's close at hand 
 
G           D                  Am    C         G         D 
Barefoot children in the rain.  Got no need to explain 
 
G  -  D  -  Am  -  C  -  G 
 
G                C                           G 
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain.  It's always understood by those who play the game 
 
C           D                   G 
Barefoot children in the rain. 
 
C         G   C          G  
In the rain.   In the rain.