Leave The Lights On por John Prine, tablaturas e acordes no PlayUkuleleNET

Leave The Lights On

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John Prine (nascido em 10 de outubro de 1946 em Maywood, Illinois) é um cantor e compositor americano country/folk. Ele está na ativades desde o começo dos anos 70 até hoje em dia.

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From: [email protected] (Sam Booker)
Subject: PRO:leave_the_lights_on by john prine
Date: Wed, 14 Feb 1996 14:36:01 -0700 (MST)

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{t:Leave The Lights On}
{st:(John Prine/Howie Epstein/Phil Parlapiano/Joe Romersa)}
{st:From the John Prine album "Lost Dogs and Mixed Blessings" ( Oh Boy Records, 1995)}
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# Chords by Sam Booker ([email protected])
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{ci:Intro:}
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[E]Feeling kind of boney
On the telephoney
Talking to Marconi
Eating Rice-A-Roni
[A]Nominated for Tony
For acting like a phoney
[E]Watching Twilight Zoney
On my forty-two inch Sony
Th[B7]is is just a long song
It ain't no poem
Le[E]ave the lights on till you baby gets home.

[E]It's like sitting in the kitchen
When the music's really bitchin'
Your nose it starts to itchin'
As you count your old age pension
D[A]id I forget to mention
The ride that I was hitchin'
To the al[E]uminum convention
I had such good intentions
Ke[B7]ep you cotton pickin' fingers off my song poem
And le[E]ave the lights on till you baby gets home.

Le[E]ave the lights on till you baby gets home.
Leave the lights on till you baby gets home.
Do[A]n't forget your toothbrush
Your hairbrush and your comb
L[E]eave the lights on till you baby gets home.
Got a b[B7]ig ol' dog
A chrome crowbar
I k[E]eep that mother humper in the back seat of my car
[E] [A] [E] [B7] [A] [E]

[E]Me and Billy Shakespeare
Stepped out to get a root beer
We sat together so near
People thought we were queer
Pun[A]ctuated by the big scare
We joined the Air Force right there
To d[E]efend our country first class
Who couldn't give a rat's ass
Do[B7]n't you tell me that the White House is my home
Le[E]ave the lights on till you baby gets home.

Le[E]ave the lights on till you baby gets home.
Leave the lights on till you baby gets home.
Do[A]n't forget your toothbrush
Your hairbrush and your comb
Leave the lights on till you baby gets home.
Got a b[B7]ig ol' dog
A big iron bar
I k[E]eep that mother humper in the back seat of my car

[E]It's like kissing Greta Garbo
With a mouth full of marbles
[A]
Like tr[E]ying to cash a paycheck
In the middle of a train wreck [B7]
Le[E]ave the lights on
Leave the lights on

[E]Like trying to get aroundo
In a car made of bondo [A]
Like sp[E]eaking German lingo
To a dog named Dingo[B7] - Plotz!!
[E]Leave the lights on
Leave the lights on

[E]Like a french-fried quesadilla
In a franchised pizzeria
[A]
[E]Leave the lights on
Leave the lights on
[B7]
A big iron bar
I k[E]eep that mother humper in the back seat of my car