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Transportador
Cor de Fundo
Ferramentas
Tamanho
Tamanho
Altura
Altura
[Verse]
G Am7 C G
Travelling at night, the headlights were bright
D7 G
And weâd been up many an hour
Am7 C G
All through my brain, came the refrain
D7 G
Of home and itâs warming fire
[Chorus]
C G
And home, sings me of sweet things
D
My life there has itâs own wings
G C G
Fly over the mountains
Bb Am7 D7
Though I'm standing still
[Verse]
G Am7 C G
The people I've seen, they come in between
D7 G
The cities of tiring life
G Am7 C G
And the trains come and go, but inside you know
D7 G
The struggle will soon be a fight
[Chorus]
C G
And home, sings me of sweet things
D
My life there has itâs own wings
G C G
Fly over the mountains
Bb Am7 D7
Though I'm standing still
[Verse]
G Am7 C G
Travelling at night, the headlights were bright
D7 G
But soon the sun came through the trees
G Am7 C G
Around the next bend, the flowers will send
D7 G
The sweet scent of home in the breeze
[Chorus]
C G
And home, sings me of sweet things
D
My life there has itâs own wings
G C G
Fly over the mountains
Bb Am7 D7
Though I'm standing still
G C G
Fly over the mountains
Bb Am7 D7
Though I'm standing still
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