annuler
Change la taille du texte.
Remplace par des accords plus faciles à jouer.
Affiche les acccords français (Do, Ré, Mi…).
Seul le bas du texte défile, vous laissant ainsi les accords de départ visibles.
Certaines partitions n’affichent les accords qu’au début. Cet outil tente de les recopier dans l’ensemble du texte.
Marque le tempo à la vitesse que vous souhaitez.
Capo 3rd fret
Intro:
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Verse:
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Well I had to go down and see a guy named Mr Goldsmith
Nasty dirty double-crossing backstabbing phony
I didn't have to wanna have to deal with
But I did it for you and all you gave me was a smile.
Well I cried for you now it's your turn to cry awhile
I don't carry dead weight I'm no flash in the pan
All right I'll set you straight can't you see I'm a union man
I'm letting the cat out of the cage I'm keeping a low profile
Well I cried for you now it's your turn and you can cry awhile
Feel like a fighting rooster feel better than I ever felt
But the Pennsylvania Line's in an awful mess
and the Denver road is about to melt
I went to the Church house every day I go an extra mile
Well I cried for you now your turn you can cry awhile
Last night 'cross the alley there was a pounding on the wall
It must have been Don Pasquale making a 2 a.m. booty call
To break a trusting heart like mine was just your style
Well I cried for you now it's your turn to cry awhile
I'm on the fringes of the night fighting back tears that I can't control
Some people they ain't human they got no heart or soul
But I'm crying to the Lord trying to be meek and mild
Yes I'm crying for you now it's your turn you can cry awhile
[instr. verse]
Well the preacher's in the pulpit and the babies in their cribs
I'm longing for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs
I gonn' buy me a barrel of whisky I'll die before I turn senile
Yes I cried for you now it's your turn you can cry awhile
Well you bet on the horse and it ran the wrong way
I always said you'd be sorry and today could be the day
I might need a good lawyer could be your funeral my trial
Well I cried for you now it's your turn you can cry awhile
(moins de barrés)