Biografia:
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!
E 0-2-2-1-0-0
E/F# 2-X-2-1-0-0
E/A X-0-2-1-0-0
C#m X-4-6-6-5-0
C#m/C X-3-6-6-5-0
A X-0-2-2-2-0
Am X-0-2-2-1-0
Asus4 X-0-2-2-3-0
EMaj 0-7-9-9-9-0
E7 0-7-9-7-0-0
F#m 2-4-4-2-2-2
G#m 4-6-6-4-4-4
E E/F# E/A
C#m C#m/C A
C#m C#m/C A Am
E
[Verse 1]
E5 E7
Teach your cigarette a lesson on the sink.
A
I’m hung down from the fencepost,
Am
like your puppy on his leash.
[Chorus]
C#m C#m/C A
Unfiltered, lightheaded.
C#m C#m/C
I can smell the smoke
A Am Asus4 Am E
to where we’re headed.
[Verse 2]
E E/F#
No wonder you’d felt so awful,
E/A
never ever go back to the waters of Omaha.
E E/F#
Little birdie blinded for a bit,
E/A
like I’d been drunk four nights out of five in the last week.
[Chorus]
C#m C#m/C A
Clip empty, unleaded.
C#m C#m/C A Am Asus4 Am
No bargain scotch, no luck in heaven…
[Verse 3]
E
Or hell,
E E/F#
I know I ain’t the first.
E/A
I’d be damned if I’m the last.
E E/F#
I’ve got this pigeon’s heart.
E/A
You’ve got an eye for emptied glass.
E E/F#
Some might call it ‘widowhood,’
E/A
and some might call the cops.
E E/F#
Oh, I’d trade all these spit-stained cigarettes
E/A
for your forget-me-nots.
[Chorus]
C#m C#m/C A
Unfiltered, lightheaded.
C#m C#m/C A Am Asus4 Am
I’m breathin’ unfiltered, lightheaded.
[Outro]
F#m F#m G#m A
Guess I’ll see you down in hell.
Am
That’ll be swell.
E/F# 2-X-2-1-0-0
E/A X-0-2-1-0-0
C#m X-4-6-6-5-0
C#m/C X-3-6-6-5-0
A X-0-2-2-2-0
Am X-0-2-2-1-0
Asus4 X-0-2-2-3-0
EMaj 0-7-9-9-9-0
E7 0-7-9-7-0-0
F#m 2-4-4-2-2-2
G#m 4-6-6-4-4-4
E E/F# E/A
C#m C#m/C A
C#m C#m/C A Am
E
[Verse 1]
E5 E7
Teach your cigarette a lesson on the sink.
A
I’m hung down from the fencepost,
Am
like your puppy on his leash.
[Chorus]
C#m C#m/C A
Unfiltered, lightheaded.
C#m C#m/C
I can smell the smoke
A Am Asus4 Am E
to where we’re headed.
[Verse 2]
E E/F#
No wonder you’d felt so awful,
E/A
never ever go back to the waters of Omaha.
E E/F#
Little birdie blinded for a bit,
E/A
like I’d been drunk four nights out of five in the last week.
[Chorus]
C#m C#m/C A
Clip empty, unleaded.
C#m C#m/C A Am Asus4 Am
No bargain scotch, no luck in heaven…
[Verse 3]
E
Or hell,
E E/F#
I know I ain’t the first.
E/A
I’d be damned if I’m the last.
E E/F#
I’ve got this pigeon’s heart.
E/A
You’ve got an eye for emptied glass.
E E/F#
Some might call it ‘widowhood,’
E/A
and some might call the cops.
E E/F#
Oh, I’d trade all these spit-stained cigarettes
E/A
for your forget-me-nots.
[Chorus]
C#m C#m/C A
Unfiltered, lightheaded.
C#m C#m/C A Am Asus4 Am
I’m breathin’ unfiltered, lightheaded.
[Outro]
F#m F#m G#m A
Guess I’ll see you down in hell.
Am
That’ll be swell.
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