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!
[Verse 1]
Am Dm
He left home when he was 18, just to follow a dream
Am E
had holes in his boots and just a little cash, tucked away in his jeans
Am Dm
had a book full of songs, and an old guitar, slung across his back
Am E
he was born to run, and he ain't looking back
[Verse 2]
Am Dm
He played anywhere and everywhere, no matter what the pay
Am Dm
he'd sing from the heart and you could feel the soul, in every song he would play
Am Dm
he played every night for nearly 50 years, met some good folk along the way
Am E
but he's a rambler, and he's gonna make it someday
[Chorus]
Dm Am
He don't give a damn about the bright lights
E AM
record deals or his songs on the radio
Dm Am
he plays his songs, to empty bars, on that old guitar
AM E Am
then he's gone, a rambler down the road.
[Verse 3]
Am Dm
he ain't ever married, he ain't got no kin
Am E
he don't care to stay too long, no matter where he is
Am Dm
he writes his songs about his life, it's all he's got to give
Am E Am
and he's getting old, but has he ever lived
[Chorus]
Dm Am
He don't give a damn about the bright lights
E Dm
record deals or his songs on the radio
Dm Am
he plays his songs, to empty bars, on that old guitar
Am E Am
then he's gone, a rambler down the road.
[Verse 4]
Am Dm
one night at a show, everything was going fine
Am E
next thing he knew he was sweaty and dizzy and his chest got really tight
Am Dm
the only one to show up, a young man and that old guitar
Am E Am
he'll learn to play, another saga starts
[Chorus]
Dm Am
He don't give a damn about the bright lights
E Dm
record deals or his songs on the radio
Dm Am
he plays his songs, to empty bars, on that old guitar
Am E Am
then he's gone, a rambler down the road.
Am E Am
then he's gone, a rambler down the road.
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Am Dm
He left home when he was 18, just to follow a dream
Am E
had holes in his boots and just a little cash, tucked away in his jeans
Am Dm
had a book full of songs, and an old guitar, slung across his back
Am E
he was born to run, and he ain't looking back
[Verse 2]
Am Dm
He played anywhere and everywhere, no matter what the pay
Am Dm
he'd sing from the heart and you could feel the soul, in every song he would play
Am Dm
he played every night for nearly 50 years, met some good folk along the way
Am E
but he's a rambler, and he's gonna make it someday
[Chorus]
Dm Am
He don't give a damn about the bright lights
E AM
record deals or his songs on the radio
Dm Am
he plays his songs, to empty bars, on that old guitar
AM E Am
then he's gone, a rambler down the road.
[Verse 3]
Am Dm
he ain't ever married, he ain't got no kin
Am E
he don't care to stay too long, no matter where he is
Am Dm
he writes his songs about his life, it's all he's got to give
Am E Am
and he's getting old, but has he ever lived
[Chorus]
Dm Am
He don't give a damn about the bright lights
E Dm
record deals or his songs on the radio
Dm Am
he plays his songs, to empty bars, on that old guitar
Am E Am
then he's gone, a rambler down the road.
[Verse 4]
Am Dm
one night at a show, everything was going fine
Am E
next thing he knew he was sweaty and dizzy and his chest got really tight
Am Dm
the only one to show up, a young man and that old guitar
Am E Am
he'll learn to play, another saga starts
[Chorus]
Dm Am
He don't give a damn about the bright lights
E Dm
record deals or his songs on the radio
Dm Am
he plays his songs, to empty bars, on that old guitar
Am E Am
then he's gone, a rambler down the road.
Am E Am
then he's gone, a rambler down the road.
fad.f
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