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!
[Verse 1]
Am G
If you travel through the hills of West Virginia
F G Am
Down to where the Greenbriar winds
Am G
Turn your ear toward Bluestone Mountain
F E7 Am
And you just might hear the sound of a young girl cryin’
[Chorus]
C G
Some say it’s the wind through the canyon
F Dm7 E7
As it blows a lonesome sound through the pines
C G
Some say it’s the sound of the river
F G Am
But I say it’s just Cora Jones a cryin’
[Verse 2]
Am G
Cora lived alone on Bluestone Mountain
F G Am
With a little blond haired boy there by her side
Am G
The bloody civil war made her a widow
F E7 Am
And little Jacob was her life-blood and her pride
[Chorus]
C G
Some say it’s the wind through the canyon
F Dm7 E7
As it blows a lonesome sound through the pines
C G
Some say it’s the sound of the river
F G Am
But I say it’s just Cora Jones a cryin’
[Verse 3]
Am G
Sometimes I wonder if God watches
F G Am
And sometimes life can turn in cruel ways
Am G
‘Cause on a cold autumn day in late October
F E7 Am
Little Jacob wandered in Scott Hollow Cave
[Verse 4]
Am G
Now the caves of West Virginia run forever
F G Am
Like a maze of black ribbon through the ground
Am G
Cora went to search for little Jacob
F E7 Am
Neither Jake or Cora would be found
[Chorus]
C G
Some say it’s the wind through the canyon
F Dm7 E7
As it blows a lonesome sound through the pines
C G
Some say it’s the sound of the river
F G Am
But I say it’s just Cora Jones a cryin’
[Verse 5]
Am G
So, if you wander through the hills of West Virginia
F G Am
Down to where the Greenbriar winds
Am G
Just turn your ear toward Bluestone Mountain
F E7 Am
And you just might hear the sound of a young girl cryin’
Am G
If you travel through the hills of West Virginia
F G Am
Down to where the Greenbriar winds
Am G
Turn your ear toward Bluestone Mountain
F E7 Am
And you just might hear the sound of a young girl cryin’
[Chorus]
C G
Some say it’s the wind through the canyon
F Dm7 E7
As it blows a lonesome sound through the pines
C G
Some say it’s the sound of the river
F G Am
But I say it’s just Cora Jones a cryin’
[Verse 2]
Am G
Cora lived alone on Bluestone Mountain
F G Am
With a little blond haired boy there by her side
Am G
The bloody civil war made her a widow
F E7 Am
And little Jacob was her life-blood and her pride
[Chorus]
C G
Some say it’s the wind through the canyon
F Dm7 E7
As it blows a lonesome sound through the pines
C G
Some say it’s the sound of the river
F G Am
But I say it’s just Cora Jones a cryin’
[Verse 3]
Am G
Sometimes I wonder if God watches
F G Am
And sometimes life can turn in cruel ways
Am G
‘Cause on a cold autumn day in late October
F E7 Am
Little Jacob wandered in Scott Hollow Cave
[Verse 4]
Am G
Now the caves of West Virginia run forever
F G Am
Like a maze of black ribbon through the ground
Am G
Cora went to search for little Jacob
F E7 Am
Neither Jake or Cora would be found
[Chorus]
C G
Some say it’s the wind through the canyon
F Dm7 E7
As it blows a lonesome sound through the pines
C G
Some say it’s the sound of the river
F G Am
But I say it’s just Cora Jones a cryin’
[Verse 5]
Am G
So, if you wander through the hills of West Virginia
F G Am
Down to where the Greenbriar winds
Am G
Just turn your ear toward Bluestone Mountain
F E7 Am
And you just might hear the sound of a young girl cryin’
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