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!
Capo on first!
C G Am-G-F
Looking back now, I probably should've let him run
Am
He smelled like gin with a hint of her
C
Up 'til then I wasn't sure
G D
But he swaggered by and said "The boys said to tell you hey"
Am
And I was kicked back in his easy chair
C
Holding a fifth tapping the barrel
G D
Of a fresh cleaned steel blue polished up .38
F
And I was kind of hoping he'd at least look scared
But all he said was "Okay, she was good and you don't dare"
C G Am F
Looking back now I probably should've let him run
C G Am F
Paybacks are hell where I come from
C
And any fool should now
G Am
You don't look a woman in the eye and smile
F D
When she knows what you've done
F
And she's holding whiskey and a gun
Am
Well the sun shines gray in the prison yard
C
Life to go was going hard
G D
When the warden started getting sweet on me
Am
And he drug me to his room one night
C
And poured me some 'skey gave me a light
G D
And I smoked slow and waited 'til he was done
F
And I thought that was that 'til he got rough and I fought back
And when I grabbed his pistol he laughed and said
"Girl you ain't got the guts"
C G Am F
Looking back now I probably should've let him run
C G Am F
Paybacks are hell where I come from
C
And any fool should now
G Am
You don't look a woman in the eye and smile
F D
When she knows what you've done
F
And she's holding whiskey and a gun
Am
They're strapping me down and I'm scared to die
C
Now I ain't the kind of girl to cry
G D
But I find myself begging God for mercy
Am
My hands are cold as I start to slip
C
Sodium theopentol drips
G D
The room goes black and I wonder if He heard me
C G Am F
Looking back now I probably should've let him run
C G Am F
I bet paybacks are hell where I come from
C
And any fool should now
G Am
You don't look a woman in the eye and smile
F D
When she knows what you've done
F
And she's holding whiskey and a gun
C G Am F
Whiskey and a gun
C G Am F
Whiskey and a gun
C G Am F
Whiskey and a gun
C G Am-G-F
Looking back now, I probably should've let him run
Am
He smelled like gin with a hint of her
C
Up 'til then I wasn't sure
G D
But he swaggered by and said "The boys said to tell you hey"
Am
And I was kicked back in his easy chair
C
Holding a fifth tapping the barrel
G D
Of a fresh cleaned steel blue polished up .38
F
And I was kind of hoping he'd at least look scared
But all he said was "Okay, she was good and you don't dare"
C G Am F
Looking back now I probably should've let him run
C G Am F
Paybacks are hell where I come from
C
And any fool should now
G Am
You don't look a woman in the eye and smile
F D
When she knows what you've done
F
And she's holding whiskey and a gun
Am
Well the sun shines gray in the prison yard
C
Life to go was going hard
G D
When the warden started getting sweet on me
Am
And he drug me to his room one night
C
And poured me some 'skey gave me a light
G D
And I smoked slow and waited 'til he was done
F
And I thought that was that 'til he got rough and I fought back
And when I grabbed his pistol he laughed and said
"Girl you ain't got the guts"
C G Am F
Looking back now I probably should've let him run
C G Am F
Paybacks are hell where I come from
C
And any fool should now
G Am
You don't look a woman in the eye and smile
F D
When she knows what you've done
F
And she's holding whiskey and a gun
Am
They're strapping me down and I'm scared to die
C
Now I ain't the kind of girl to cry
G D
But I find myself begging God for mercy
Am
My hands are cold as I start to slip
C
Sodium theopentol drips
G D
The room goes black and I wonder if He heard me
C G Am F
Looking back now I probably should've let him run
C G Am F
I bet paybacks are hell where I come from
C
And any fool should now
G Am
You don't look a woman in the eye and smile
F D
When she knows what you've done
F
And she's holding whiskey and a gun
C G Am F
Whiskey and a gun
C G Am F
Whiskey and a gun
C G Am F
Whiskey and a gun
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