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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
This is the acoustic version
Capo c.4
Em Bm7 A7 A#m7
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Em
A sad story, might find it boring
Bm7
Lost his Mum to a drug named heroin
A7
Father's gone, so Grandma's left with everything
A#m7
Two grandkids and a daughter's coffin
Em
I never really knew him when he was growing up
Bm7
But I assumed that it was a little fucked;
A7 A#m7
No parents for him to look up too
Just a brother whom I knew was a dodgy fuck
Em
Later on, second school and
Bm7
You will probably call us friends
A7
But a more appropriate word is a social acquaintance
A#m7 Em
Cause if I'm honest, I never really gave a shit
Bm7
I used to think he was a dick
A7
Tried too hard to fit
A#m7
And never grow out of it
[chorus]:
Em
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
Bm7
He's probably given up, given up
A7
I think he's had enough, had enough
A#m7
Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Em
Never left his home town
That's what probably did it
Bm7
Never saw the other worlds
That he didn't want to go and get it
A7
Occupied by fitting in where minds
A#m7
A small west, small things
Make the small things feel so tall
Em
Will he ever change?
Well apparently
Bm7
He reapplied for college and was waiting for his grades
A7
It wouldn't help his case
A#m7
Oh, I couldn't ever say
Capo c.4
Em Bm7 A7 A#m7
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--2--- --4-- --2-- --2--
--2--- --2-- --0-- --1--
--0--- ----- ----- -----
Em
A sad story, might find it boring
Bm7
Lost his Mum to a drug named heroin
A7
Father's gone, so Grandma's left with everything
A#m7
Two grandkids and a daughter's coffin
Em
I never really knew him when he was growing up
Bm7
But I assumed that it was a little fucked;
A7 A#m7
No parents for him to look up too
Just a brother whom I knew was a dodgy fuck
Em
Later on, second school and
Bm7
You will probably call us friends
A7
But a more appropriate word is a social acquaintance
A#m7 Em
Cause if I'm honest, I never really gave a shit
Bm7
I used to think he was a dick
A7
Tried too hard to fit
A#m7
And never grow out of it
[chorus]:
Em
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
Bm7
He's probably given up, given up
A7
I think he's had enough, had enough
A#m7
Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Em
Never left his home town
That's what probably did it
Bm7
Never saw the other worlds
That he didn't want to go and get it
A7
Occupied by fitting in where minds
A#m7
A small west, small things
Make the small things feel so tall
Em
Will he ever change?
Well apparently
Bm7
He reapplied for college and was waiting for his grades
A7
It wouldn't help his case
A#m7
Oh, I couldn't ever say
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