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!
(original key capo 3)
D G
daylight; sun hits, the car heats up so hot I can barely move
D G
just me and the dog sleepin' in the backseat on the side of the road
A Bm G D
this dog has seen more of this world than most people I can name
A Bm G D
I got her down in texas so the heat's only botherin' me
A G Bm
roll down the windows, air out the car some before drivin' on
A G Bm F# G D
breakfast: soda crackers and water, check to see if... I'm runnin' low on gasoline
F# Bm G D
don't ask me where I'm from, that's a question too hard for me to answer
F# Bm G D
'cause I've been travellin' all my life and I don't recall just where I began
A G Bm
I got nothin' but a few mixed tapes, an old typewriter, and a couple books
A G Bm
some worn and faded photographs of the times I now deem to have been better
D C G
an old-fasioned suitcase holding lingerie
D G
got the car, I got the dog, too; where's my house full of youngsters
D G
where's that man still telling me he loves me while his hairline's receding and his belly is growing
A Bm G D
once I was a little girl, run into my mother's arms;
A Bm G D
she told me one day I'd find love and be holding children of my own
A G Bm
to think that I believed her then ain' t the hard part, nuh uh
A G Bm F# G D
the hardest part is I'm still wishing that she was right
F# Bm G D
a good five years has past since I had someone happy just to hold me
F# Bm G D
and I was sober then, I had something better to depend on
A G G D
some people, they talk a lot and fill you up full of wondrous notions
A G G D
and I'm sick of people who just talk, so if you say it, please mean it
A G Bm
and I'm dancing in a grimy bar for the clientele of a toothless man
A G Bm
stealing change just to stay alive and drinking because I need to
D C G D
one by one I've managed to push away every friend I've made
F# Bm G D
I will sing a bitter song when I sit to write my memoirs
F# Bm G D
with a bottle of something hard to wash down my prescription
A G Bm
and when I look back on it, all my stories are pretty hateful
A G Bm F# G D
and I got a few happy ones too, but all they do... is make me cry
D G D
midnight; pretty cold in the backseat; me and the dog in a gas station parking lot
D G
daylight; sun hits, the car heats up so hot I can barely move
D G
just me and the dog sleepin' in the backseat on the side of the road
A Bm G D
this dog has seen more of this world than most people I can name
A Bm G D
I got her down in texas so the heat's only botherin' me
A G Bm
roll down the windows, air out the car some before drivin' on
A G Bm F# G D
breakfast: soda crackers and water, check to see if... I'm runnin' low on gasoline
F# Bm G D
don't ask me where I'm from, that's a question too hard for me to answer
F# Bm G D
'cause I've been travellin' all my life and I don't recall just where I began
A G Bm
I got nothin' but a few mixed tapes, an old typewriter, and a couple books
A G Bm
some worn and faded photographs of the times I now deem to have been better
D C G
an old-fasioned suitcase holding lingerie
D G
got the car, I got the dog, too; where's my house full of youngsters
D G
where's that man still telling me he loves me while his hairline's receding and his belly is growing
A Bm G D
once I was a little girl, run into my mother's arms;
A Bm G D
she told me one day I'd find love and be holding children of my own
A G Bm
to think that I believed her then ain' t the hard part, nuh uh
A G Bm F# G D
the hardest part is I'm still wishing that she was right
F# Bm G D
a good five years has past since I had someone happy just to hold me
F# Bm G D
and I was sober then, I had something better to depend on
A G G D
some people, they talk a lot and fill you up full of wondrous notions
A G G D
and I'm sick of people who just talk, so if you say it, please mean it
A G Bm
and I'm dancing in a grimy bar for the clientele of a toothless man
A G Bm
stealing change just to stay alive and drinking because I need to
D C G D
one by one I've managed to push away every friend I've made
F# Bm G D
I will sing a bitter song when I sit to write my memoirs
F# Bm G D
with a bottle of something hard to wash down my prescription
A G Bm
and when I look back on it, all my stories are pretty hateful
A G Bm F# G D
and I got a few happy ones too, but all they do... is make me cry
D G D
midnight; pretty cold in the backseat; me and the dog in a gas station parking lot
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