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!
Marjorie Thompson: Don't Look Back
Am G C G
She went in to a restaurant,
Am E Am
the time was half past eight
Am
She made a reservation
E G
so they didn’t have to wait
Dm
By the time the waiter served them
and retrieved the dinner plate
Am G C G
The tainted spice had done its job
Am E Am
and sealed his mortal fate
Am E
Oh oh oh
E Am
Take your last breath deep and slow,
Dm
Take your number, One last ride,
Good luck to you on the other side
E Am
Just go go go.
He picked her up at 6 pm
she was ready for that date
Her hair was high, her neckline low
On her feet she wore the bait
She was dressed to kill and he thought he knew
how the night would culminate
But those spike heel shoes would pierce him through
before the clock struck eight.
Oh oh oh
Take your last breath deep and slow,
Take your number, One last ride,
Good luck to you on the other side
Just go go go.
He rang the bell, she turned the knob,
she met him at the gate
He held a bright arrangement,
one he’d helped create
There was baby’s breath and roses,
but the foxglove lay in wait
By the time he dialed the rescue
it was already much too late
Oh oh oh
Take your last breath deep and slow,
count your blessings don’t look back
Where you’re going you won’t have to pack
Just go go go.
The Am is hammered on to get the percussive sound.
http://marjoriethompson.com/
Am G C G
She went in to a restaurant,
Am E Am
the time was half past eight
Am
She made a reservation
E G
so they didn’t have to wait
Dm
By the time the waiter served them
and retrieved the dinner plate
Am G C G
The tainted spice had done its job
Am E Am
and sealed his mortal fate
Am E
Oh oh oh
E Am
Take your last breath deep and slow,
Dm
Take your number, One last ride,
Good luck to you on the other side
E Am
Just go go go.
He picked her up at 6 pm
she was ready for that date
Her hair was high, her neckline low
On her feet she wore the bait
She was dressed to kill and he thought he knew
how the night would culminate
But those spike heel shoes would pierce him through
before the clock struck eight.
Oh oh oh
Take your last breath deep and slow,
Take your number, One last ride,
Good luck to you on the other side
Just go go go.
He rang the bell, she turned the knob,
she met him at the gate
He held a bright arrangement,
one he’d helped create
There was baby’s breath and roses,
but the foxglove lay in wait
By the time he dialed the rescue
it was already much too late
Oh oh oh
Take your last breath deep and slow,
count your blessings don’t look back
Where you’re going you won’t have to pack
Just go go go.
The Am is hammered on to get the percussive sound.
http://marjoriethompson.com/
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