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!
[Intro]
G C
[Verse 1]
G C
Roadside Motor Court
G C
Cabins Made of Sandstone
G C
And to the travellers of the mother road
G C
She was a port in the storm
G C
Now if those walls could talk
G C
Oh, the stories the could tell son
G C
And that roadside motor court
G C
It'd keep you safe and warm
[Chorus]
D
Now there's holes in the roof
C
And there's weeds at the door
D
That motor court's still there,
C G C
but that don't see no travellers no more
[Verse 2]
G C
Guess who used to grow cotton
G C
on these tired old farms
G
Yeah they'd load the wagons time and time again
C G C
With their weary old arms
G C
They'd make a little money at the gin
G C
Pay a little credit at the store
G C
Yeah they scratched and the worked the land
G C
Till the dirt got poor
[Chorus]
D C
Now that cotton gin is some kind of second hand store
D
Yeah the building's there,
C
But they don't gin no cotton no more
[Verse 3]
G C
Yeah they used to go dancing
G C
Down at the Log Cabin Bar
G C
Yeah they'd be laughing, carrying on
G C
Make a little love in the car
G C
And they'd spread that sawdust down
G C
On a concrete floor
G C
They'd dance all night
G C
Until they're feet got sore
[Chorus]
D
Till one Sunday Morning
C
They had the law burn her down
D C
Now there aint no place for us to go Dancin
G
In this one horse town
C G C
Yeah, we used to dance in this town
G C
[Verse 1]
G C
Roadside Motor Court
G C
Cabins Made of Sandstone
G C
And to the travellers of the mother road
G C
She was a port in the storm
G C
Now if those walls could talk
G C
Oh, the stories the could tell son
G C
And that roadside motor court
G C
It'd keep you safe and warm
[Chorus]
D
Now there's holes in the roof
C
And there's weeds at the door
D
That motor court's still there,
C G C
but that don't see no travellers no more
[Verse 2]
G C
Guess who used to grow cotton
G C
on these tired old farms
G
Yeah they'd load the wagons time and time again
C G C
With their weary old arms
G C
They'd make a little money at the gin
G C
Pay a little credit at the store
G C
Yeah they scratched and the worked the land
G C
Till the dirt got poor
[Chorus]
D C
Now that cotton gin is some kind of second hand store
D
Yeah the building's there,
C
But they don't gin no cotton no more
[Verse 3]
G C
Yeah they used to go dancing
G C
Down at the Log Cabin Bar
G C
Yeah they'd be laughing, carrying on
G C
Make a little love in the car
G C
And they'd spread that sawdust down
G C
On a concrete floor
G C
They'd dance all night
G C
Until they're feet got sore
[Chorus]
D
Till one Sunday Morning
C
They had the law burn her down
D C
Now there aint no place for us to go Dancin
G
In this one horse town
C G C
Yeah, we used to dance in this town
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The Griffin
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