Nog 10 chords te gaan voor deze maand.
The (Em)stories of the (G)street are mine, the (Bm)Spanish voices (F#m)laugh
The (Em)Cadillacs go (G)creeping now through the (BM)night and the poison (F#m)gas,
and (Em)I lean from my (C)window sill in this (D)old hotel I (F#)chose,
yes (B)one hand on my (E)suicide, (B)one hand on the (A)rose (E)(Em)
I know you've heard it's (G)over now and (Bm)war must surely (F#m)come,
the (Em)cities they are (G)broke in half and the (Bm)middle men are (F#m)gone
But (EM)let me ask you (C)one more time, O (D)children of the (F#)dusk,
All (B)these hunters who are (E)shrieking now oh (B)do they speak for (A)us? (E)(
De rest van dit nummer alleen voor Gitaartabs leden! Maak gratis Gitaartabs account aan .