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]
C G
He was a good man, he wrote a letter to his wife
F C G
In the middle of a desert sand, he said his last thoughts about life
C G
Said I’m proud of my country, that old red and white
F C G
I’m so proud of the memories, of the ones I left behind
C
I’m so proud of that camouflage that I wore
G
I swore I knew what I was fighting for
F C G
The last thing that He said on that hot desert sand
[Chorus]
C
There’s got to be heaven up there
G
A final resting place
Am
We all got to be going somewhere
F
Where we can see gods face
C
A place with no more pain, no more heartache
G
A place with no more tears
Am F
There’s got to be a heaven up there
G C Am C F
Cause it sure is hell down here
G Am F C G C G
It sure is hell down here
[Verse 2]
C G
She was a good girl; the kind you’d like to be yourself
G Am F
A little bit introverted, didn’t want to ever ask for help
G
She thought she knew who she was, the way the world works
F C
But she couldn’t find her place and nobody listening or put her first
F
So she wrote on the last page
[Chorus]
C
There’s got to be heaven up there
G
A final resting place
Am
We all got to be going somewhere
F
Where we can see gods face
C
A place with no more pain, no more heartache
G
A place with no more tears
Am F
There’s got to be a heaven up there
G C Am C F
Cause it sure is hell down here
G Am F C G C G
It sure is hell down here
[Verse 3]
C G
The cancer was growing fast, family by her bed,
Am G
They all knew this would be her last
F C
The last moment she ever had
G C
The angels were coming down, all around
G
She could see them clear as day
F
So she took her daughters hand
C F
And she said with a smile on her face
[Outro]
C
There’s got to be heaven up there
G
A final resting place
Am
We all got to be going somewhere
F
Where we can see gods face
C
A place with no more pain, no more heartache
G
A place with no more tears
Am F
There’s got to be a heaven up there
G C Am C F
G Am F C G C
C G
He was a good man, he wrote a letter to his wife
F C G
In the middle of a desert sand, he said his last thoughts about life
C G
Said I’m proud of my country, that old red and white
F C G
I’m so proud of the memories, of the ones I left behind
C
I’m so proud of that camouflage that I wore
G
I swore I knew what I was fighting for
F C G
The last thing that He said on that hot desert sand
[Chorus]
C
There’s got to be heaven up there
G
A final resting place
Am
We all got to be going somewhere
F
Where we can see gods face
C
A place with no more pain, no more heartache
G
A place with no more tears
Am F
There’s got to be a heaven up there
G C Am C F
Cause it sure is hell down here
G Am F C G C G
It sure is hell down here
[Verse 2]
C G
She was a good girl; the kind you’d like to be yourself
G Am F
A little bit introverted, didn’t want to ever ask for help
G
She thought she knew who she was, the way the world works
F C
But she couldn’t find her place and nobody listening or put her first
F
So she wrote on the last page
[Chorus]
C
There’s got to be heaven up there
G
A final resting place
Am
We all got to be going somewhere
F
Where we can see gods face
C
A place with no more pain, no more heartache
G
A place with no more tears
Am F
There’s got to be a heaven up there
G C Am C F
Cause it sure is hell down here
G Am F C G C G
It sure is hell down here
[Verse 3]
C G
The cancer was growing fast, family by her bed,
Am G
They all knew this would be her last
F C
The last moment she ever had
G C
The angels were coming down, all around
G
She could see them clear as day
F
So she took her daughters hand
C F
And she said with a smile on her face
[Outro]
C
There’s got to be heaven up there
G
A final resting place
Am
We all got to be going somewhere
F
Where we can see gods face
C
A place with no more pain, no more heartache
G
A place with no more tears
Am F
There’s got to be a heaven up there
G C Am C F
G Am F C G C
Breahna Dasal
Break Even
Breakaway
Breakfast
Breaking Days
Bree Sharp
Bree Tranter
Breed 77
Brejk
Bremers Beverly