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!
simple as hell song. all you need is a capo and an ounce of talent (second
ingredient is debatable). all chords are relative to the capo so when it says C
make a C shape. its technically an F# but you can just pretend.
capo on 6th fret.
C
So I walked into the bank and I gave the teller a note.It said,
F
Fill this bag up with cash or I'm gonna slit your throat
C
I thought for sure my plan would fail and I would end up in jail
F
But much to my surprise she complied with a smile
C
So I stepped up to the sunny city street and I realized
F
That my getaway driver got away without me
C
So I'd have to walk home, all alone on my own,
F
With this big gym bag full of money that I stole
F G
And the streets were filled with cops and thugs
C F
So I couldn't let on how happy I was
F G
I couldn't let em know what I had done
C F C F
I had to walk real slow even though I wanted to run
C
I wanted to run
C
See, at the time I was running low on hope
F
I was at the end of the end of the end of my rope
C
And I was down on my luck, so I couldn't give a fuck,
F
Something made me think I should try to rob a bank
C
And maybe then my face would finally be in the paper
F
The reporter would mention that I was a singer
C
And the people would want to hear my troubled songs
F
They'd send me letters in jail tellin' me how they liked them
F G
And I wouldn't worry about bein' set free
C F
It'd be enough knowin' that people listened to me sing
F G
And on the day I was eventually released
C F C F
There'd be so many people waitin' out there to meet me
C
To meet me
C
Well that was autumn and I walked through the winter
F
Now it's spring, no, it's nearly summer
C
And my feet are tired and my hands are so cold
F
But I'm almost home, just a few blocks to go
C
But what awaits me there? I do not know
F
Will there be FBI guys waiting at my door?
C
Or will the coast be clear? When I finally make it there
F
After all of this walkin' I don't know if I care
F G
But it would be so nice
C F
to open up the door and to step inside
F G
To throw this bag down on the floor
C F
And not have to worry about it anymore
F G
And I would feed the cat and I would check the mail
C F
Call up all of my friends and let em know I'm not in jail
F G
Tell 'em sometimes it's worth all the chances you take
C F C F
And start thinkin' about all the smoothies that I'm gonna make
C F C F C
That I'm gonna make
ingredient is debatable). all chords are relative to the capo so when it says C
make a C shape. its technically an F# but you can just pretend.
capo on 6th fret.
C
So I walked into the bank and I gave the teller a note.It said,
F
Fill this bag up with cash or I'm gonna slit your throat
C
I thought for sure my plan would fail and I would end up in jail
F
But much to my surprise she complied with a smile
C
So I stepped up to the sunny city street and I realized
F
That my getaway driver got away without me
C
So I'd have to walk home, all alone on my own,
F
With this big gym bag full of money that I stole
F G
And the streets were filled with cops and thugs
C F
So I couldn't let on how happy I was
F G
I couldn't let em know what I had done
C F C F
I had to walk real slow even though I wanted to run
C
I wanted to run
C
See, at the time I was running low on hope
F
I was at the end of the end of the end of my rope
C
And I was down on my luck, so I couldn't give a fuck,
F
Something made me think I should try to rob a bank
C
And maybe then my face would finally be in the paper
F
The reporter would mention that I was a singer
C
And the people would want to hear my troubled songs
F
They'd send me letters in jail tellin' me how they liked them
F G
And I wouldn't worry about bein' set free
C F
It'd be enough knowin' that people listened to me sing
F G
And on the day I was eventually released
C F C F
There'd be so many people waitin' out there to meet me
C
To meet me
C
Well that was autumn and I walked through the winter
F
Now it's spring, no, it's nearly summer
C
And my feet are tired and my hands are so cold
F
But I'm almost home, just a few blocks to go
C
But what awaits me there? I do not know
F
Will there be FBI guys waiting at my door?
C
Or will the coast be clear? When I finally make it there
F
After all of this walkin' I don't know if I care
F G
But it would be so nice
C F
to open up the door and to step inside
F G
To throw this bag down on the floor
C F
And not have to worry about it anymore
F G
And I would feed the cat and I would check the mail
C F
Call up all of my friends and let em know I'm not in jail
F G
Tell 'em sometimes it's worth all the chances you take
C F C F
And start thinkin' about all the smoothies that I'm gonna make
C F C F C
That I'm gonna make
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