Biografia:
Joe Pug é um cantor/compositor de Chicago (seu nome verdadeiro é Joe Pugliese). Ele já possui dois EPs, Nation of Heat e In the Meantime, que são gratuitos em seu site. Ele tem feito turnês extensivamente desde 2008 e abriu para o pioneiro do country alternativo, Steve Earle; cantor/compositor Josh Ritter e cantor de folk-rock, M. Ward entre outros. Pug lançou seu primeiro álbum completo, Messenger, em fevereiro de 2010.
Originalmente de Maryland
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CAPO 4
Intro: C G C
C
There was a time when I heard you calling out my name
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C G Am
When the room went dark and your voice was gone, I heard you all the same
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C
I knew I could remember your bedroom and your touch
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C G Am
Definitely was the word I used far too much
F C G
Cause these days I'm not so sure
F C
I bummed expensive cigarettes
F C
I wrote John Steinbeck's books
Am G F C
I undressed someone's daughter and then complained about her looks
F C
Stealing was so easy then I wish that it still were
Am G F C
Now as I pick my own pocket I know these days I'm not so sure
C
The church was my kitchen, the world was my church
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C G Am
The choirs I would listen, the briers I would search
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
F C F C
I sacrificed my sister, I prayed my own soul to keep
Am G F C
I told my dying father that a man should never weep
F C
Breathing was so easy then I wish that it still were
Am G F C (G F C) x2
Now as the breeze just makes me colder, I know these days I'm not so sure
C
So if you see me tripping, I've forgotten how to walk
F C G
And I spend my days wishing after her
C G Am
My steps are without rhythm and her name is drawn in chalk
F C G
As these days I'm not so sure
F C F C
I drank my wine for breakfast every morning I was born
Am G F C
In the black electric winter my back was always warm
F C
Sleeping was so easy then I wish that it still were
Am G F
Now in my sleepless bedroom, I know these days…
C G C
I'm not so sure.
Intro: C G C
C
There was a time when I heard you calling out my name
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C G Am
When the room went dark and your voice was gone, I heard you all the same
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C
I knew I could remember your bedroom and your touch
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C G Am
Definitely was the word I used far too much
F C G
Cause these days I'm not so sure
F C
I bummed expensive cigarettes
F C
I wrote John Steinbeck's books
Am G F C
I undressed someone's daughter and then complained about her looks
F C
Stealing was so easy then I wish that it still were
Am G F C
Now as I pick my own pocket I know these days I'm not so sure
C
The church was my kitchen, the world was my church
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C G Am
The choirs I would listen, the briers I would search
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
F C F C
I sacrificed my sister, I prayed my own soul to keep
Am G F C
I told my dying father that a man should never weep
F C
Breathing was so easy then I wish that it still were
Am G F C (G F C) x2
Now as the breeze just makes me colder, I know these days I'm not so sure
C
So if you see me tripping, I've forgotten how to walk
F C G
And I spend my days wishing after her
C G Am
My steps are without rhythm and her name is drawn in chalk
F C G
As these days I'm not so sure
F C F C
I drank my wine for breakfast every morning I was born
Am G F C
In the black electric winter my back was always warm
F C
Sleeping was so easy then I wish that it still were
Am G F
Now in my sleepless bedroom, I know these days…
C G C
I'm not so sure.
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