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!
Key: C major
[Intro]
F G C G7
[Verse]
C F
Set 'em up, drink 'em down
C G
And pass the cup around
C Am F G
It's the last we will share for quite some time
Em C
I've shaved my hair, wear a dress,
Dm Am
I've left my bonny wife
F C G7 C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun on the stagecoach of my life
[Chorus]
G
My sweet lord - Rama Rama,
F C
Got my ticket to nirvana,
G C
It's a commune just left of County Cork!
G
Share a pint with me lord Shiva,
F Am
As we read the Bhagavad Gita.
F C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun
G7
On the stagecoach of my life.
C F C G7
Of my life.
[Verse]
C F C G
Well, I used to be a cattle prod for Jesus
C Am F G
And L. Ron Hubbard took me in some too.
Em C
I was a moonie, loved Charles Manson,
Dm Am
But they are not as handsome,
F G C
As the godhead whose skin is shining blue.
[Chorus]
G
My sweet lord - Rama Rama,
F C
Got my ticket to nirvana,
G C
It's a commune just left of County Cork!
G
Share a pint with me lord Shiva,
F Am
As we read the Bhagavad Gita.
F C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun
G7
On the stagecoach of my life.
C F C G7
Of my life.
[Verse]
C F
Hari, hari, ha, hooray!
C G
I chanted every day,
C Am F G
With my virtue tucked proudly in my lap.
Em C Dm Am
And I pray all night to Krisna, cause he's a damn good listener,
F G C
And he never, ever, ever answers back.
[Chorus]
G
My sweet lord - Rama Rama,
F C
Got my ticket to nirvana,
G C
It's a commune just left of County Cork!
G
Share a pint with me lord Shiva,
F Am
As we read the Bhagavad Gita.
F C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun
G7
On the stagecoach of my life.
C F C G7
Of my life.
[Verse]
C Am F Am
And when Irish eyes are trying to make the pommies pay...
F C
We'll get Krisna and his shotgun
G7
To join the IRA, the IRA, the IRA
C
Hari, ha, hooray
[Intro]
F G C G7
[Verse]
C F
Set 'em up, drink 'em down
C G
And pass the cup around
C Am F G
It's the last we will share for quite some time
Em C
I've shaved my hair, wear a dress,
Dm Am
I've left my bonny wife
F C G7 C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun on the stagecoach of my life
[Chorus]
G
My sweet lord - Rama Rama,
F C
Got my ticket to nirvana,
G C
It's a commune just left of County Cork!
G
Share a pint with me lord Shiva,
F Am
As we read the Bhagavad Gita.
F C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun
G7
On the stagecoach of my life.
C F C G7
Of my life.
[Verse]
C F C G
Well, I used to be a cattle prod for Jesus
C Am F G
And L. Ron Hubbard took me in some too.
Em C
I was a moonie, loved Charles Manson,
Dm Am
But they are not as handsome,
F G C
As the godhead whose skin is shining blue.
[Chorus]
G
My sweet lord - Rama Rama,
F C
Got my ticket to nirvana,
G C
It's a commune just left of County Cork!
G
Share a pint with me lord Shiva,
F Am
As we read the Bhagavad Gita.
F C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun
G7
On the stagecoach of my life.
C F C G7
Of my life.
[Verse]
C F
Hari, hari, ha, hooray!
C G
I chanted every day,
C Am F G
With my virtue tucked proudly in my lap.
Em C Dm Am
And I pray all night to Krisna, cause he's a damn good listener,
F G C
And he never, ever, ever answers back.
[Chorus]
G
My sweet lord - Rama Rama,
F C
Got my ticket to nirvana,
G C
It's a commune just left of County Cork!
G
Share a pint with me lord Shiva,
F Am
As we read the Bhagavad Gita.
F C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun
G7
On the stagecoach of my life.
C F C G7
Of my life.
[Verse]
C Am F Am
And when Irish eyes are trying to make the pommies pay...
F C
We'll get Krisna and his shotgun
G7
To join the IRA, the IRA, the IRA
C
Hari, ha, hooray
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