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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!
[Verse]
G D C G
Ridin’ on this city bus my thoughts begin to wonder.
G D C D G
Though I’m starin’ out at grey concrete,my mind sees mountains yonder.
G D C G
Even though that diesel smoke burns hot within my nose,
G D C D G
I am smelling evergreen pine trees and mountain laurel groves.
[Chorus]
G D
‘Where that crystal mountain water tumbles down the green hillsides
C G D
In my home in West Virginia where the people live with pride.
G D
Though I only see those mountains in my memories today,
C G D G
I’m leavin’ this ol’ city and I’m goin’ home to stay. Goin’ home to stay.
G D C G
Outside this dirty window, I can see folks push and shove,
G D C D G
And I don’t see any sign of what’s called simple human love.
G D C G
Their faces are as somber as the cold skyscrapers there,
G D C D G
And those people like the buildings show no outward sign of care.
G D C G
Now it’s time to leave this bus and start another day
G D C D G
At my job here in the city, but down in my heart I pray
G D C G
That my trips back home will soon not just take place within my mind,
G D C D G
But that I will soon be walking though those mountains and the pines.
G D C G
Ridin’ on this city bus my thoughts begin to wonder.
G D C D G
Though I’m starin’ out at grey concrete,my mind sees mountains yonder.
G D C G
Even though that diesel smoke burns hot within my nose,
G D C D G
I am smelling evergreen pine trees and mountain laurel groves.
[Chorus]
G D
‘Where that crystal mountain water tumbles down the green hillsides
C G D
In my home in West Virginia where the people live with pride.
G D
Though I only see those mountains in my memories today,
C G D G
I’m leavin’ this ol’ city and I’m goin’ home to stay. Goin’ home to stay.
G D C G
Outside this dirty window, I can see folks push and shove,
G D C D G
And I don’t see any sign of what’s called simple human love.
G D C G
Their faces are as somber as the cold skyscrapers there,
G D C D G
And those people like the buildings show no outward sign of care.
G D C G
Now it’s time to leave this bus and start another day
G D C D G
At my job here in the city, but down in my heart I pray
G D C G
That my trips back home will soon not just take place within my mind,
G D C D G
But that I will soon be walking though those mountains and the pines.
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