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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!
A B C#m B
B E F#m B
Well I came to Chicago in 1869.
A B E
And I took me a place in Connely's patch.
C#m F#m B
Started on the railroad working the UP line and
A B E
walking those endless miles of track.
A B E C#m
Laying down those crossties and banging on the steel
A B
in the cold wind and rain.
A B E C#m
From Palmer House, down to Marshall Fields,
A B
oh every day was just the same.
A B E C#m
But at the end of the day,
A B E
we'd all wait for the horn to blow.
A B E A
Then we'd make our way
F#m B E
down to the bars on Whiskey Row.
A B E
E A F#m B
Over in the stockyards the packers are winding down,
A B E
they're all waiting for the closing sign.
C#m A B
They'll rush the front gates they'll storm the town,
A B E
and we'll take their seats upon the line.
A B E C#m
With their glasses on the counter, their feet upon the rail.
A B
a friendly smile and hello.
A B E C#m
All the laughing getting louder with every passing tale,
A B
those golden days on Whiskey Row.
B A B E C#m
And at the end of the day,
A B E
we'd all wait for the horn to blow.
A B E A
Then we'd make our way
F#m B E
down to the bars on Whiskey Row.
A B E
E F#m
Now Palmer House has fallen.
F#m B
The cars are off the tracks,
A B E
and there ain't no more of Courthouse Square.
E C#m A B
Nothing is left standing over at Connelys Patch
A B E
since that mighty fire tore through there.
A B E C#m
Oh, but some day soon she'll rise up to the sky,
A B
Over the rivers, flames and smoke.
A B E C#m
And she'll keep a lookout with a mothers eye,
A B
over her boys on Whiskey Row,
B A B E C#m
And at the end of the day,
A B E
we'd all wait for the horn to blow.
A B E A
Then we'd make our way
F#m B E
down to the bars on Whiskey Row.
F#m B E
down to the bars on Whiskey Row.
B E F#m B
Well I came to Chicago in 1869.
A B E
And I took me a place in Connely's patch.
C#m F#m B
Started on the railroad working the UP line and
A B E
walking those endless miles of track.
A B E C#m
Laying down those crossties and banging on the steel
A B
in the cold wind and rain.
A B E C#m
From Palmer House, down to Marshall Fields,
A B
oh every day was just the same.
A B E C#m
But at the end of the day,
A B E
we'd all wait for the horn to blow.
A B E A
Then we'd make our way
F#m B E
down to the bars on Whiskey Row.
A B E
E A F#m B
Over in the stockyards the packers are winding down,
A B E
they're all waiting for the closing sign.
C#m A B
They'll rush the front gates they'll storm the town,
A B E
and we'll take their seats upon the line.
A B E C#m
With their glasses on the counter, their feet upon the rail.
A B
a friendly smile and hello.
A B E C#m
All the laughing getting louder with every passing tale,
A B
those golden days on Whiskey Row.
B A B E C#m
And at the end of the day,
A B E
we'd all wait for the horn to blow.
A B E A
Then we'd make our way
F#m B E
down to the bars on Whiskey Row.
A B E
E F#m
Now Palmer House has fallen.
F#m B
The cars are off the tracks,
A B E
and there ain't no more of Courthouse Square.
E C#m A B
Nothing is left standing over at Connelys Patch
A B E
since that mighty fire tore through there.
A B E C#m
Oh, but some day soon she'll rise up to the sky,
A B
Over the rivers, flames and smoke.
A B E C#m
And she'll keep a lookout with a mothers eye,
A B
over her boys on Whiskey Row,
B A B E C#m
And at the end of the day,
A B E
we'd all wait for the horn to blow.
A B E A
Then we'd make our way
F#m B E
down to the bars on Whiskey Row.
F#m B E
down to the bars on Whiskey Row.
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