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]
[Bm][F#m]
[Bm][F#m]
[1.Verse]
When [Bm]I woke up this [F#m]morning
I [Bm]found myself [F#m]alone
I [G]turned to touch her [A]hair
but she was [Bm]gone, she was [A]gone
And [F#m]there beside my [Bm]pillow
were her [F#m]tears from the night [Bm]before
she [G]said give up your [A]guns and face the [Bm]law
[2.Verse] (This 2.Verse lyrics are wrong.
Couldn't figure out! Old record!)
A [Bm]rather tiny [F#m]temple
and I [Bm]thaught I had it [F#m]made
but the [G]hounds picked up my [A]trails
within this [Bm]place
so long [A]than
And I [F#m]stumbled in this [Bm]cabin
and she [F#m]came to me once [Bm]more
she [G]said give up your [A]guns and face the [Bm]law
[Bridge]
[Bm]I don't [A] wanna [D]leave her
[C]I don't wanna [F#m]die
[C]deep within a [G]cold cold rain
with [Em]nowhere left to [Dmaj7]hide
[Bm]but I[A] got my [D]pistol
[C]now it's time to [F#m]shoot
[C]shootin' here or [G]hanging there
in [Em]either way I'll [F#m]loose
[3.Verse]
And [Bm]now I'm in this [F#m]cafe
where my [Bm]own true love should [F#m]be
I [G]stare at the lines'n [A]notes she wrote to [Bm]me
and it says[A]
no you [F#m]can't live by the [Bm]bullet
she [F#m]wrote to me she'll [Bm]die
my [G]love give up your [A]guns those days good[Bm]bye... good[A]bye
[4.Verse]
And the [Bm]sheriff now is [F#m]calling
with a [Bm]shotgun at my [F#m]door
s[G]on... give up your [A]guns 'n face the [Bm]law
[Outro]
[Bm][F#m]
[Bm][F#m]
[Bm][F#m]
[1.Verse]
When [Bm]I woke up this [F#m]morning
I [Bm]found myself [F#m]alone
I [G]turned to touch her [A]hair
but she was [Bm]gone, she was [A]gone
And [F#m]there beside my [Bm]pillow
were her [F#m]tears from the night [Bm]before
she [G]said give up your [A]guns and face the [Bm]law
[2.Verse] (This 2.Verse lyrics are wrong.
Couldn't figure out! Old record!)
A [Bm]rather tiny [F#m]temple
and I [Bm]thaught I had it [F#m]made
but the [G]hounds picked up my [A]trails
within this [Bm]place
so long [A]than
And I [F#m]stumbled in this [Bm]cabin
and she [F#m]came to me once [Bm]more
she [G]said give up your [A]guns and face the [Bm]law
[Bridge]
[Bm]I don't [A] wanna [D]leave her
[C]I don't wanna [F#m]die
[C]deep within a [G]cold cold rain
with [Em]nowhere left to [Dmaj7]hide
[Bm]but I[A] got my [D]pistol
[C]now it's time to [F#m]shoot
[C]shootin' here or [G]hanging there
in [Em]either way I'll [F#m]loose
[3.Verse]
And [Bm]now I'm in this [F#m]cafe
where my [Bm]own true love should [F#m]be
I [G]stare at the lines'n [A]notes she wrote to [Bm]me
and it says[A]
no you [F#m]can't live by the [Bm]bullet
she [F#m]wrote to me she'll [Bm]die
my [G]love give up your [A]guns those days good[Bm]bye... good[A]bye
[4.Verse]
And the [Bm]sheriff now is [F#m]calling
with a [Bm]shotgun at my [F#m]door
s[G]on... give up your [A]guns 'n face the [Bm]law
[Outro]
[Bm][F#m]
The Calling
The Calvanists
The Cardboard Sw (...)
The Cardigans
The Careful Ones
The Champs
The Chantays
The Chats
The Chiffons
The Children (...)