Исполнитель: | Jam Night (English) |
Пользователь: | 450tachel |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
Названия аккордов: | По-умолчанию |
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A Jukebox With A Country Song Doug Stone
Intro F Bb F
F
After three good years together,
Bb F
We had our first big fight
Gm C7
So she went to her mother's And I went for a drive
F Bb
Down that old familiar highway, Just a few miles out of town
F
To that run-down one-room tavern
C7 F
That used to be my stompin' grounds
F
When I pulled into the driveway
Bb F
You know it all still looked the same
Gm C7
And I couldn't wait to down a few And hear that jukebox ring
F
But when I walked in through the doorway
Bb
There stood some kind of Matre D
F C7
And he looked me up, and he looked me down, and said,
F
"Can I help you please?"(And I said)
chorus:
F Bb
What'd you do with those swingin' doors?
F
And where's the sawdust on the floor?
C7
Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties?
F
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
F Bb
And whose idea was it to hang these ferns?
F
This brand-new bar don't have a single burn
C7
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
Bb F
I need a juke box with a country song
F Bb F
When I looked into the corner Where the jukebox once stood proud
Gm C7
Some clown was playin' records... Too fast, too long, and too loud
F Bb
And it must have been a big mistake To try to speak my mind
F C7 F
So as they were askin' me to leave I cried out one more time...
chorus:
F Bb
What'd you do with those swingin' doors?
F
And where's the sawdust on the floor?
C7
Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties?
F
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
F Bb
And whose idea was it to hang these ferns?
F
This brand-new bar don't have a single burn
C7
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
Bb F
I need a juke box with a country song
C7
...I guess I don't belong
Bb F
Without a jukebox and a country song
A Jukebox With A Country Song Doug Stone
Intro D G D
D
After three good years together,
G D
We had our first big fight
Em A7
So she went to her mother's And I went for a drive
D G
Down that old familiar highway, Just a few miles out of town
D
To that run-down one-room tavern
A7 D
That used to be my stompin' grounds
D
When I pulled into the driveway
G D
You know it all still looked the same
Em A7
And I couldn't wait to down a few And hear that jukebox ring
D
But when I walked in through the doorway
G
There stood some kind of Matre D
D A7
And he looked me up, and he looked me down, and said,
D
"Can I help you please?"(And I said)
chorus:
D G
What'd you do with those swingin' doors?
D
And where's the sawdust on the floor?
A7
Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties?
D
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
D G
And whose idea was it to hang these ferns?
D
This brand-new bar don't have a single burn
A7
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
G D
I need a juke box with a country song
D G D
When I looked into the corner Where the jukebox once stood proud
Em A7
Some clown was playin' records... Too fast, too long, and too loud
D G
And it must have been a big mistake To try to speak my mind
D A7 D
So as they were askin' me to leave I cried out one more time...
chorus:
D G
What'd you do with those swingin' doors?
D
And where's the sawdust on the floor?
A7
Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties?
D
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
D G
And whose idea was it to hang these ferns?
D
This brand-new bar don't have a single burn
A7
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
G D
I need a juke box with a country song
A7
...I guess I don't belong
G D
Without a jukebox and a country song