¡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!
[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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