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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!
D G D
On the banks of the river where the willows grow old
D Bm G D
Where the wild birds all warble with a strange sounding soul
D Bm G D
On the banks of the river where the water runs cold
D A G D
Twas there that I first listened to the lies that you told
D G D
Now I lay here each night, alone and I weep
D Bm G D
Nothin ain?t worse than a night without sleep
D Bm G D
The letters you wrote me were written in shame
D A G D
And I know that your conscience still echoes my name
D G D
Now if the ladies were blackbirds, if the ladies were thrushes,
D Bm G D
I'd lay here for hours in the cold rainy marshes,
D Bm G D
If the ladies were squirrels with them big bushy tails,
D A G D
I'd fill up my shotgun with rock, salt and nails
D A G D
I'd fill up my shotgun with rock, salt and nails
[Thanks to alan murray for tabs]
On the banks of the river where the willows grow old
D Bm G D
Where the wild birds all warble with a strange sounding soul
D Bm G D
On the banks of the river where the water runs cold
D A G D
Twas there that I first listened to the lies that you told
D G D
Now I lay here each night, alone and I weep
D Bm G D
Nothin ain?t worse than a night without sleep
D Bm G D
The letters you wrote me were written in shame
D A G D
And I know that your conscience still echoes my name
D G D
Now if the ladies were blackbirds, if the ladies were thrushes,
D Bm G D
I'd lay here for hours in the cold rainy marshes,
D Bm G D
If the ladies were squirrels with them big bushy tails,
D A G D
I'd fill up my shotgun with rock, salt and nails
D A G D
I'd fill up my shotgun with rock, salt and nails
[Thanks to alan murray for tabs]
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