Zoe Muth

Zoe Muth

Annabelle
nível fácil
[Intro ]
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[Verso 1]
C That old woman from Dove Creek Colorado, F C On her way to see her mom one more time F C Looking for an answer or some kind of cure F G For the loneliness she'd had in her heart all her life
[Verso 2]
F C You left the hard part up to her, trying to put it all into words F C Measuring the miles behind her eyes F C Hopin' she don't turn to you, wondering where you're running off to F G If she don't ask no questions you won't have to tell no lies
[Pré-Refrão]
G Am Em Annabelle, all the stories you tell F C Are about bus stations and trains Am Em And all the folks you will never know well F C You remember by the names of the places from where they came
[Refrão]
Am Em Now I listen like a child, as you recount the trials F G Of strangers who are closer than your own kin Am Em You can leave your coat on, ‘cause I know it won't be long F G C Till you slip out the back door again
[Refrão]
F C Spending all your time in bars, trading smiles for stories of the war F C In truckstops and motels I know you can't afford F C What would I ever do if I heard something happened to you F G Or worse, if I hear nothing at all
[Pré-Refrão]
G Am Em Annabelle, all the stories you tell F C Are about bus stations and trains Am Em And all the folks you will never know well F C You remember by the names of the places from where they came
[Refrão]
Am Em Now I listen like a child, as you recount the trials F G Of strangers who are closer than your own kin Am Em You can leave your coat on, ‘cause I know it won't be long F G C Till you slip out the back door again Instrumental C Am Em F G Am Em F C
[Verso 4]
F C Your one of a dying breed who only takes what they need F C And leaves the rest to the feast of the fools F C When someone else along the way asks you to stop and stay F G And tell them a story or two Verse 5
[Verso 5]
F C Tell them the one about the old man from Blue River, Arizona F C Who is tall and handsome in spite of his lazy eye F C Never found no gold on the trail of old Coronado F G Spent half of his life waiting on that quittin' time whistle to blow
[Refrão]
Am Em Annabelle, all the stories you tell F C Are about bus stations and trains Am Em And all the folks you will never know well F C You remember by the names of the places from where they came Am Em Now I listen like a child, as you recount the trials F C Of strangers who are closer than your own kin Am Em You can leave your coat on, ‘cause I know it won't be long F G C Till you slip out the back door again Outro C F C F C Am Dm C Em Am C F

Enviado por: Abel Amin

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