Riding Out The Storm por Rodney Crowell, tablaturas e acordes no PlayUkuleleNET

Riding Out The Storm

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Rodney J. Crowell (born August 7, 1950) is a American country music singer/songwriter who is considered to be part of both the alternative country and the mainstream country music camps. For three years he was part of Emmylou Harris' "Hot Band"; later he gained mainstream popularity as a solo performer with a series of critcally-claimed albums released during the late 1980s and early 1990s.

Crowell was born in Houston, Texas to James Walter Crowell and Addie Cauzette Willoughby.

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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!

C
The New York City winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel,
Em
A numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel.
F G7 C
Alcohol and sterno turns a doorway to a bed
G Am
And the ghost of who he might have been lives on inside his head.

C
In a canyon made of brownstone on a sidewalk icy black
Em
He wanders nearly barefoot with his righteousness intact.
F G7 C
A man of many mansions in a cardboard box replete,
G Am
And he lies sleeping with an angel while his heart pretends to beat.

F
Ah, the wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air
Am
Midst the Sunday Times and the coffee grinds and the winos in Times Square.
F C
Five flights up on Easy Street, you know she's safe and warm,
G Am
And way down low ?neath a foot of snow he's a- riding out the storm.

C
I offered him my winter coat, politely he refused,
Em
Like an educated man he spoke with words I seldom use.
F G7 C
He said I don't need pity, for these choices are my own.
G Am
He bowed his head just slightly and then quietly moved a long.

F
Ah, the wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air
Am
Midst the Sunday Times and the coffee grinds and the winos in Times Square.
F C
Five flights up on Easy Street, you know she's safe and warm,
G Am
And way down low ?neath a foot of snow he's a- riding out the storm.
F Am F Am

C
Well, it?s not like he's a victim of this homeless life he stalks,
Em
Nor helpless to get back across the fine line that he walks.
F G7 C
Riding out the storm means yester day's already spent,
G Am
Tomorrow don't mean nothing, it won't even make a dent.

F
Ah, the wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air
Am
Midst the Sunday Times and the coffee grinds and the winos in Times Square.
F C
Five flights up on Easy Street, you know she's safe and warm,
G Am
And way down low ?neath a foot of snow he's a- riding out the storm.

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- Riding out, riding out, riding out, ooo-ooo- ooo.
C G C Am
- Riding out, riding out, riding out, ooo-ooo- ooo.
C G C Am
- Riding out, riding out, riding out, ooo-ooo- ooo.
C G C Am
- Riding out, riding out, riding out, ooo-ooo- ooo.
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