Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Verse]
C
I thought of going south, with California in my head,
Am
Somewhere in Mendocino with the girl from Fort Bragg
F G F C
Holding tight to my jacket, things have gotten better than I said.
C
I thought of getting back in school, but thought again instead,
Am
of Singing songs in bars, and basements for my friends
F G F C
But the rains of my Seatle, babe help me to sleep in my bed.
[Chorus]
F G F C
But I want to sing for short hair in a dress,
F G F C
Guess my plans have Changed some yes.
[Verse]
C
We lost our Indiana to a smiling little boy,
Am
Who calls him his daddy, though he left us with a void,
F G F C
And an empty bar room seat, where we still raise our drinks
C
Now my nights are getting longer and its so damn hard to sleep,
Am
Except for our Sundays, it's a promise that we keep,
F G F C
To sleep in later and have a pint before we eat.
[Chorus]
F G F C
But I want to sing for short hair in a dress,
F G F C
Guess my plans have Changed some yes.
[Verse]
C
I'm trying to relax more to make her cry some less,
Am
But the hour's getting late 'cause I'm a fucking mess,
F G F C
I just want it to mean something, more than anything else I guess,
C
So forgive me when I drink too much, it really is much less,
Am
But when I wake up so unhappy but refused to stay depressed,
F G F C
I'm almost to next Sunday, where I'll finally get some rest
[Chorus]
F G F C
But I want to sing for short hair in a dress,
F G F C
Guess my plans have Changed some yes.
C
I thought of going south, with California in my head,
Am
Somewhere in Mendocino with the girl from Fort Bragg
F G F C
Holding tight to my jacket, things have gotten better than I said.
C
I thought of getting back in school, but thought again instead,
Am
of Singing songs in bars, and basements for my friends
F G F C
But the rains of my Seatle, babe help me to sleep in my bed.
[Chorus]
F G F C
But I want to sing for short hair in a dress,
F G F C
Guess my plans have Changed some yes.
[Verse]
C
We lost our Indiana to a smiling little boy,
Am
Who calls him his daddy, though he left us with a void,
F G F C
And an empty bar room seat, where we still raise our drinks
C
Now my nights are getting longer and its so damn hard to sleep,
Am
Except for our Sundays, it's a promise that we keep,
F G F C
To sleep in later and have a pint before we eat.
[Chorus]
F G F C
But I want to sing for short hair in a dress,
F G F C
Guess my plans have Changed some yes.
[Verse]
C
I'm trying to relax more to make her cry some less,
Am
But the hour's getting late 'cause I'm a fucking mess,
F G F C
I just want it to mean something, more than anything else I guess,
C
So forgive me when I drink too much, it really is much less,
Am
But when I wake up so unhappy but refused to stay depressed,
F G F C
I'm almost to next Sunday, where I'll finally get some rest
[Chorus]
F G F C
But I want to sing for short hair in a dress,
F G F C
Guess my plans have Changed some yes.
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