Biografía:
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
E C#m E C#m
E C#m E C#m
[Verse]
F#m C#m A
Since I can’t have you here
F#m C#m A E C#m E C#m
I’m going the places you’d be taking me if you could
F#m C#m A
And its crystal clear
F#m C#m A E C#m E C#m
That even with distance I am loving you like I should
F#m C#m A
And I go walking where
F#m C#m A E C#m E C#m
There’s quartz in the gravel and jasper in the yard
F#m C#m A
Nobody watching you
F#m C#m A E C#m E C#m
Just the painted Mother Marys and the cowboys made of bronze
[Chorus]
G#m Gm F#m A
We’re gonna move some day
B E C#m E C#m
We’re gonna move to Santa Fe
[Instrumental]
E C#m E C#m F#m A F#m A
E C#m E C#m F#m A F#m A
E C#m E C#m E C#m E B C#m
[Verse]
F#m A
In the midnight hour
F#m A E C#m E C#m
I go quiet with a dream of you in mind
F#m A
And like the sun
F#m A E C#m E C#m
It warms my skin and brightens up my eyes
F#m C#m A
We’re gonna move some day
F#m C#m A E C#m E C#m
To that adobe house with turquoise painted gates
F#m C#m A
And once it’s done
F#m A E C#m E
The days will move at just the perfect pace
[Chorus]
G#m Gm F#m A
We’re gonna move some day
B E C#m
We’re gonna move to Santa Fe,
E C#m E C#m E C#m
Sante Fe, Santa Fe
E C#m E C#m
E C#m E C#m
[Verse]
F#m C#m A
Since I can’t have you here
F#m C#m A E C#m E C#m
I’m going the places you’d be taking me if you could
F#m C#m A
And its crystal clear
F#m C#m A E C#m E C#m
That even with distance I am loving you like I should
F#m C#m A
And I go walking where
F#m C#m A E C#m E C#m
There’s quartz in the gravel and jasper in the yard
F#m C#m A
Nobody watching you
F#m C#m A E C#m E C#m
Just the painted Mother Marys and the cowboys made of bronze
[Chorus]
G#m Gm F#m A
We’re gonna move some day
B E C#m E C#m
We’re gonna move to Santa Fe
[Instrumental]
E C#m E C#m F#m A F#m A
E C#m E C#m F#m A F#m A
E C#m E C#m E C#m E B C#m
[Verse]
F#m A
In the midnight hour
F#m A E C#m E C#m
I go quiet with a dream of you in mind
F#m A
And like the sun
F#m A E C#m E C#m
It warms my skin and brightens up my eyes
F#m C#m A
We’re gonna move some day
F#m C#m A E C#m E C#m
To that adobe house with turquoise painted gates
F#m C#m A
And once it’s done
F#m A E C#m E
The days will move at just the perfect pace
[Chorus]
G#m Gm F#m A
We’re gonna move some day
B E C#m
We’re gonna move to Santa Fe,
E C#m E C#m E C#m
Sante Fe, Santa Fe
Fryars
Frying Rats
FSB
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