Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
G F C x2
[Miner Boggs]
G F C
My kid yelled at the moon last night
G F C
Damn, that Frances is hard to please
G F C
'Said, "Moon, if you know what's good for you,
G F C
Better come on down and gimme some cheese"
G F C
Scrappy little whistleblower! Little shit
G F C
I laughed so hard I thought my gut would split
G F C
She's a minature me, wants the moon on a plate
G F C
A real go-getter when she grows up-
G F C
and I can't wait
[Miner Taylor]
G F C
My boy jumped in the truck last night
G F C
"Steer," he said, "Daddy, let me steer!"
G F C
His hands on the wheel at ten and two
G F C
Little Chet's got skill! Didn't spill my beer
Am
Left-footed screwup in the driver's seat
G
Kept it straight, oh, a good five feet
Am G
He's a chip off the block and he's only eight
Am G
A Casanova when he grows up- and I can't wait
[All]
Am
Can't help thinking,
Am
Can't help thinking,
G F C
A nut don't fall too far from the tree
Am
It's like looking in a mirror,
Am G
That little crew-cut is little old me
G
Can't help thinking,
G
Can't help thinking
F
When my boy is a bad bat
G F C G F C G F C
I-I-I-I-I, I made that.
[Miner Twitchell]
G F C
Goddamned boys made me late again
G F C
Snuck right into our feather bed
G F C
Like a scene from the Saturday Evening Post
G F C
Got a Rockwell painting etched in my head
Am G
Jake and Pete snoring in seconds flat- how's a man leave a scene like that?
Am G
Foreman's on my ass 'cause of course I'm late
Am G
I betcha tomorrow, they'll try it again- and I can't wait
[All]
Am
Can't help thinking,
Am
Can't help thinking,
G F C
A nut don't fall too far from the tree
Am
It's like looking in a mirror,
Am G
That little crew-cut is little old me
G
Can't help thinking,
G
Can't help thinking
F
When I'm sick of where I'm at
G F C G F C
I-I-I-I-I, I made that
G F C
I made that
G F C G
I made that.
G F C x2
[Miner Boggs]
G F C
My kid yelled at the moon last night
G F C
Damn, that Frances is hard to please
G F C
'Said, "Moon, if you know what's good for you,
G F C
Better come on down and gimme some cheese"
G F C
Scrappy little whistleblower! Little shit
G F C
I laughed so hard I thought my gut would split
G F C
She's a minature me, wants the moon on a plate
G F C
A real go-getter when she grows up-
G F C
and I can't wait
[Miner Taylor]
G F C
My boy jumped in the truck last night
G F C
"Steer," he said, "Daddy, let me steer!"
G F C
His hands on the wheel at ten and two
G F C
Little Chet's got skill! Didn't spill my beer
Am
Left-footed screwup in the driver's seat
G
Kept it straight, oh, a good five feet
Am G
He's a chip off the block and he's only eight
Am G
A Casanova when he grows up- and I can't wait
[All]
Am
Can't help thinking,
Am
Can't help thinking,
G F C
A nut don't fall too far from the tree
Am
It's like looking in a mirror,
Am G
That little crew-cut is little old me
G
Can't help thinking,
G
Can't help thinking
F
When my boy is a bad bat
G F C G F C G F C
I-I-I-I-I, I made that.
[Miner Twitchell]
G F C
Goddamned boys made me late again
G F C
Snuck right into our feather bed
G F C
Like a scene from the Saturday Evening Post
G F C
Got a Rockwell painting etched in my head
Am G
Jake and Pete snoring in seconds flat- how's a man leave a scene like that?
Am G
Foreman's on my ass 'cause of course I'm late
Am G
I betcha tomorrow, they'll try it again- and I can't wait
[All]
Am
Can't help thinking,
Am
Can't help thinking,
G F C
A nut don't fall too far from the tree
Am
It's like looking in a mirror,
Am G
That little crew-cut is little old me
G
Can't help thinking,
G
Can't help thinking
F
When I'm sick of where I'm at
G F C G F C
I-I-I-I-I, I made that
G F C
I made that
G F C G
I made that.
Millie Small
Million Dead
Million Dollar B (...)
Million Dollar R (...)
Millionaire