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Transportador
Cor de Fundo
Ferramentas
Tamanho
Tamanho
Altura
Altura
[Intro]
G
e|-------------------------|
B|-------------------------|
G|-------------------------|
D|-------------------------|
A|----5-----5-----5-----5--|
E|-3-----3-----3-----3-----| x2
[Main riff]
G G7 G
e|----------------------5-------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------6----------------------------------|
G|-------------4---------------------------------4---------------4--|
D|----5---------------------------------3---------------5-----------|
A|----------5-------------------------------5----------------5------|
E|-3---------------3-------3-------3---------------3----------------| x2
C
e|-----------------------------------0--| e|--------------------------3---------1--|
B|---------------1----------------------| B|----------------1----------------------|
G|-----0------------------0-------------| G|------0--------------------------------|
D|----------2------------------2--------| D|-----------2---------------------------|
A|-3------------------3-----------------| A|--3------------------3--------3--------|
E|--------------------------------------| E|---------------------------------------|
Just some variants of the C chord, Iâm sure he plays a few more different ones.
[Verse 1]
Play main riff over verses and between verses
G
Thereâs always the creaks and the strangest sounds
John Brownâs body was never found
C
But the locals see him walkinâ round
[Main riff]
[Verse 2]
G
Thereâs a âfor saleâ sign on the old farm roads
Thereâs a silo empty and done for
C
The place just ainât the same no more
G
[Chorus]
C
Now itâs shininâ all them different ways
D
Crimson blues and yellow shades
C
Thereâs snow up in the way
G
And those clouds still full of rain
[Verse 3]
G
Thereâs work in town or so they say
Just blessed to fill our hands today
C
God knows if it will ever pay
G
[Chorus]
C
And we fill our hands with wood and steel
D
And grace is a woman we all long to feel
C
You know someday we will
G
You know someday we will
[Violin Solo]
[Verse 4]
G
Thereâs always the creaks and the strangest sounds
John Brownâs bodyâs up and walkinâ round
C
Countinâ all the riches that heâs found
G
[Chorus]
C
And he throws it all in that wishing well
D
Made it home in the morning hail
C
Thereâs snow up in the way
Somethingâs gotta give
G
And those clouds still full a rain
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