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.
NOTE: I don't know how to do tablature very well so you'll have to
listen to the song and fiddle with and A suspendeds to get the same
sound that John Denver does on his intro...note that the same "riff" that
you play as an intro comes at the end of each chorus...a '|' mark
indicates a measure break...enjoy!--Mike
INTRO: | | |
January back in '55 we rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight
Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear
We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something
He woke up smiling but his eyes were bright with tears
Said "I dreamed I was back on the farm...
20 years have passed boy but the memory still warms me...
Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..."
He told me those old stories about that one-room cabin in Kentucky
The smell of the rain and the warm earth in his hands
He slowly turned and stared outside; his face was mirrored in the window
And his reflection flew across the moonlit land
And he dreamed he was back on the farm
Tilts his head and listens to the early sound of morning
Wildflowers in a Mason Jar
An old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway
Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night
I started drifting off and Grandpa tucked his coat around me
I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my eyes
And I dreamed I was with him on the farm
"Grandpa I can hear the evening wind out in the corn...
Wildflowers in a Mason Jar...
Wildflowers in a Mason Jar...
Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..."
And the bus rolled through the night...
