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!
[Intro]
[Bm][F#m]
[Bm][F#m]
[1.Verse]
When [Bm]I woke up this [F#m]morning
I [Bm]found myself [F#m]alone
I [G]turned to touch her [A]hair
but she was [Bm]gone, she was [A]gone
And [F#m]there beside my [Bm]pillow
were her [F#m]tears from the night [Bm]before
she [G]said give up your [A]guns and face the [Bm]law
[2.Verse] (This 2.Verse lyrics are wrong.
Couldn't figure out! Old record!)
A [Bm]rather tiny [F#m]temple
and I [Bm]thaught I had it [F#m]made
but the [G]hounds picked up my [A]trails
within this [Bm]place
so long [A]than
And I [F#m]stumbled in this [Bm]cabin
and she [F#m]came to me once [Bm]more
she [G]said give up your [A]guns and face the [Bm]law
[Bridge]
[Bm]I don't [A] wanna [D]leave her
[C]I don't wanna [F#m]die
[C]deep within a [G]cold cold rain
with [Em]nowhere left to [Dmaj7]hide
[Bm]but I[A] got my [D]pistol
[C]now it's time to [F#m]shoot
[C]shootin' here or [G]hanging there
in [Em]either way I'll [F#m]loose
[3.Verse]
And [Bm]now I'm in this [F#m]cafe
where my [Bm]own true love should [F#m]be
I [G]stare at the lines'n [A]notes she wrote to [Bm]me
and it says[A]
no you [F#m]can't live by the [Bm]bullet
she [F#m]wrote to me she'll [Bm]die
my [G]love give up your [A]guns those days good[Bm]bye... good[A]bye
[4.Verse]
And the [Bm]sheriff now is [F#m]calling
with a [Bm]shotgun at my [F#m]door
s[G]on... give up your [A]guns 'n face the [Bm]law
[Outro]
[Bm][F#m]
[Bm][F#m]
[Bm][F#m]
[1.Verse]
When [Bm]I woke up this [F#m]morning
I [Bm]found myself [F#m]alone
I [G]turned to touch her [A]hair
but she was [Bm]gone, she was [A]gone
And [F#m]there beside my [Bm]pillow
were her [F#m]tears from the night [Bm]before
she [G]said give up your [A]guns and face the [Bm]law
[2.Verse] (This 2.Verse lyrics are wrong.
Couldn't figure out! Old record!)
A [Bm]rather tiny [F#m]temple
and I [Bm]thaught I had it [F#m]made
but the [G]hounds picked up my [A]trails
within this [Bm]place
so long [A]than
And I [F#m]stumbled in this [Bm]cabin
and she [F#m]came to me once [Bm]more
she [G]said give up your [A]guns and face the [Bm]law
[Bridge]
[Bm]I don't [A] wanna [D]leave her
[C]I don't wanna [F#m]die
[C]deep within a [G]cold cold rain
with [Em]nowhere left to [Dmaj7]hide
[Bm]but I[A] got my [D]pistol
[C]now it's time to [F#m]shoot
[C]shootin' here or [G]hanging there
in [Em]either way I'll [F#m]loose
[3.Verse]
And [Bm]now I'm in this [F#m]cafe
where my [Bm]own true love should [F#m]be
I [G]stare at the lines'n [A]notes she wrote to [Bm]me
and it says[A]
no you [F#m]can't live by the [Bm]bullet
she [F#m]wrote to me she'll [Bm]die
my [G]love give up your [A]guns those days good[Bm]bye... good[A]bye
[4.Verse]
And the [Bm]sheriff now is [F#m]calling
with a [Bm]shotgun at my [F#m]door
s[G]on... give up your [A]guns 'n face the [Bm]law
[Outro]
[Bm][F#m]
The Calling
The Calvanists
The Cardboard Sw (...)
The Cardigans
The Careful Ones
The Champs
The Chantays
The Chats
The Chiffons
The Children (...)