Artisto: | Buddy Wasisname (English) |
Uzanto: | mark clarke |
Daŭro: | 130 sekundoj |
Komenca paŭzo: | 12 sekundoj |
Tononoma sistemo: | Ne definita |
Sakra: | |
Komentoj pri tabulaturo: | - |
Band:Buddy Wasisname
Album: The Series Stuff
Tabbed by: Patrick Guiney
Email:pguiney_@hotmail.com
I suggest a soft easy sturmming, better sound! If you know the song you know how great it is. Have fun!
CAPO UP 5 FOR C
[Verse 1]
C G Am F
Just to wake up in the morning to the quiet of the cove
C G C
And hear aunt Bessie talking to herself.
C G Am F
And to hear poor uncle John mumbling wishes too old now
C G C
It made me feel like everything was fine.
[Chorus 1]
G Am F C
I was born down by the water, it's here I'm gonna stay
G Am F C
I've searched for all the reasons why I should go away.
G Am F
Course I haven't got the thirst for all those modern day toys
C G C
So I'll just take my chances with those saltwater joys.
[Verse 2]
C G Am F
Following the little brook, as it trickles to the shore
C G C
In the autumn winds the trees are flaming red.
C G Am F
Kicking leaves that fall around me, watching sunset paint the hills
C G C
It's all I'll never need to feel at home..
[Chorus 2]
G Am F C
This island that we cling to has been handed down with pride
G Am F C
But folks that fought to live here, taking hardships all in stride.
G Am F
So I'll compliment her beauty, hold on to my good-byes
C G C
And I'll stay, take my chances with those saltwater joys.
[Verse 3]
C G Am F
How can I leave those mornings, with the sunrise on the cove
C G C
And the gulls like fly's surrounding Clayton's wharf.
C G Am F
Platters island wrapped in rainbow, in the evening after fog
C G C
The ocean smells are perfume to my soul.
G Am F C
Some go to where the buildings reach to meet the clouds
[Chorus 3]
G Am F C
Where warm and gentile people turn to swarm and faceless crowds.
G Am C
So I'll do without their riches, Glamour and the noise
C G C
And I'll stay, take my chances with those saltwater joys.
[Bridge]
G Am F C
Some go to where the buildings reach to meet the clouds
G Am F C
Where warm and gentile people turn to swarm and faceless crowds.
G Am C
So I'll do without their riches, Glamour and the noise
C G C
And I'll stay, take my chances with those saltwater joys