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!
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Intro:
Am C/G F
Am G C/G F
Down the coast in little mexico
Am C G
Is where I hid from your disease
Am G C/G F
My little sister moved back home from the city
Am G F
And it rained and rained and rivers ran the streets
You told me dying is not what people think
Not like an ending in the books we love to read
It's more like finding that the ocean meets the sea
and there's no line, in between
D F
I still need you
D F
We still need you
From Coulee dam to the plains in Wyoming
Australia is reeling in back far in your wake
and at our house the coyotes are howling
wondering if this would be the end of roads
At 23 you rode your bike from Seattle
over to Boston at the age that I am now
I still remember the evening that your mother died
You were talking to your sister by the stairs.
I still need you
We still need you
1964 you lost your father
to a drunken handed man behind the wheel
And now I'm wrestling with a drunken handed God
waving bullets at the best person I know
Intro:
Am C/G F
Am G C/G F
Down the coast in little mexico
Am C G
Is where I hid from your disease
Am G C/G F
My little sister moved back home from the city
Am G F
And it rained and rained and rivers ran the streets
You told me dying is not what people think
Not like an ending in the books we love to read
It's more like finding that the ocean meets the sea
and there's no line, in between
D F
I still need you
D F
We still need you
From Coulee dam to the plains in Wyoming
Australia is reeling in back far in your wake
and at our house the coyotes are howling
wondering if this would be the end of roads
At 23 you rode your bike from Seattle
over to Boston at the age that I am now
I still remember the evening that your mother died
You were talking to your sister by the stairs.
I still need you
We still need you
1964 you lost your father
to a drunken handed man behind the wheel
And now I'm wrestling with a drunken handed God
waving bullets at the best person I know