¡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!
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This is my first entry, so if anyone has tips or things that need to be corrected,
please contact me!
Intro D
D D
I'm a man, without a witness
D D
no one to hold me to my task
Bm A G
along these streets i travel lightly
D A D
no one to answer not to ask
D D
I've found no comfort in this city
D D
just a place for me to hide
Bm A G
when all the hiders and the seekers
D A D
They all lay coldly on there sides
A G D
so i will travel in the morning
G D
to where my journey first began
A G Bm G
back to the land that bore my father
D A D
the badlands just can't be my home
A G D
Here they serve a puppet king
A G D
he bows to his own thrown
A G
and if ever there was one good thing
D Bm
that kept this place alive
E G
well it's gone, it's gone
D D
my thoughts have never left you darling
D D
the morning sun on your sweet face
Bm A G
and how the darkness held my promiss
D A D
to come back home to you one day
A G D
so i will travel in the morning
G D
to where my journey first began
A G Bm G
back to the land that bore my father
D A Bm G
the badlands just can't be my home
D A D
the badlands just can't be my home
This is my first entry, so if anyone has tips or things that need to be corrected,
please contact me!
Intro D
D D
I'm a man, without a witness
D D
no one to hold me to my task
Bm A G
along these streets i travel lightly
D A D
no one to answer not to ask
D D
I've found no comfort in this city
D D
just a place for me to hide
Bm A G
when all the hiders and the seekers
D A D
They all lay coldly on there sides
A G D
so i will travel in the morning
G D
to where my journey first began
A G Bm G
back to the land that bore my father
D A D
the badlands just can't be my home
A G D
Here they serve a puppet king
A G D
he bows to his own thrown
A G
and if ever there was one good thing
D Bm
that kept this place alive
E G
well it's gone, it's gone
D D
my thoughts have never left you darling
D D
the morning sun on your sweet face
Bm A G
and how the darkness held my promiss
D A D
to come back home to you one day
A G D
so i will travel in the morning
G D
to where my journey first began
A G Bm G
back to the land that bore my father
D A Bm G
the badlands just can't be my home
D A D
the badlands just can't be my home
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