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!
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Don't Call Me Early In The Morning
(Words & music by Tommy Sands)
Chorus:
[C]Don’t call me [G]early in the [F]mor [C]ning
[F]Call me what you [C]want to but [G]leave me alone
[C]Don't call me [G]early in the [F]mor [C]ning
Just [G]leave me till the cows are coming [Am]home
[C]A man or a [G]woman they [F]need the relaxation
From [C]rising always at the [G]dawn
And the [C]heart of the [G]matter, [F]tomorrow is a Saturday
And [C]I'll be lying lying [G]on
Sad the lad that can't rest contented
He has a dollar but must have more
He fills himself with pills to retire with a million
And falls asleep at sixty-four
Fair is fair and I've done my share
My nerves are gettin' on my nerves
If you don't have a pillow of the white swan's feather
We'll do with a corner for my head
Just a gentle warning for tomorrow morning
No big noises near my room
Cars with no exhausts, chickens with the whooping cough
And milkmen that whistle out of tune
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------#
Tabbed by Jack Dingler
[email protected]
Don't Call Me Early In The Morning
(Words & music by Tommy Sands)
Chorus:
[C]Don’t call me [G]early in the [F]mor [C]ning
[F]Call me what you [C]want to but [G]leave me alone
[C]Don't call me [G]early in the [F]mor [C]ning
Just [G]leave me till the cows are coming [Am]home
[C]A man or a [G]woman they [F]need the relaxation
From [C]rising always at the [G]dawn
And the [C]heart of the [G]matter, [F]tomorrow is a Saturday
And [C]I'll be lying lying [G]on
Sad the lad that can't rest contented
He has a dollar but must have more
He fills himself with pills to retire with a million
And falls asleep at sixty-four
Fair is fair and I've done my share
My nerves are gettin' on my nerves
If you don't have a pillow of the white swan's feather
We'll do with a corner for my head
Just a gentle warning for tomorrow morning
No big noises near my room
Cars with no exhausts, chickens with the whooping cough
And milkmen that whistle out of tune
Tomska
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