Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Verse 1]
G G C G
I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round,
G G D
Just a travelling refugee, I go from town to town.
G G C G
And everything is hard wherever I may go
G G D G G
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
[Verse 2]
G G C G
My brothers and my sisters are all upon this road,
G G D
A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod;
G G C G
Armed men took my home and threw me from my door
G G D G
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
[Verse 3]
G G C G
They came into our town, and walked through my front door
G G D
Took away my children and broke my bottom jaw
G G C G
My wife took down and died there on the cabin floor,
G G D G G
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
[Verse 4]
G G C G
Well I remember the sound of them loud American bombs
G G D
And I remember the faces of the tirants that are gone
G G C G
But now I worry all the time like I never did before
G G D G G
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
[Verse 5]
G G C G
And as I wonder this earth, it seems to me
G G D
That this place is a parody of what it ought to be
G G C G
Where the violent are rich and the peaceful ones are poor
G G D G
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
G G C G
I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round,
G G D
Just a travelling refugee, I go from town to town.
G G C G
And everything is hard wherever I may go
G G D G G
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
[Verse 2]
G G C G
My brothers and my sisters are all upon this road,
G G D
A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod;
G G C G
Armed men took my home and threw me from my door
G G D G
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
[Verse 3]
G G C G
They came into our town, and walked through my front door
G G D
Took away my children and broke my bottom jaw
G G C G
My wife took down and died there on the cabin floor,
G G D G G
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
[Verse 4]
G G C G
Well I remember the sound of them loud American bombs
G G D
And I remember the faces of the tirants that are gone
G G C G
But now I worry all the time like I never did before
G G D G G
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
[Verse 5]
G G C G
And as I wonder this earth, it seems to me
G G D
That this place is a parody of what it ought to be
G G C G
Where the violent are rich and the peaceful ones are poor
G G D G
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
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