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.
Well I feel like an old hobo - I'm sad lonesome and blue
I was fair as a summer's day now the summer days are through
You pass through places and places pass through you
But you carry them with you on the soles of your travelling shoes
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Well I love you so dearly I love you so clearly
I wake you up in the morning so early just to tell you
I got the wandering blues I got the wandering blues
And I'm going to quit these rambling ways one of these days soon
And I sing
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
Well it's times like these I feel so small
And wild like the rambling footsteps of a wandering child
And I'm lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill
Singing these blues with a warble and a trill
But I'm not too blue to fly - no I'm not too blue to fly
Cause the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
Well I love you so dearly I love you so clearly
I wake you up in the morning so early just to tell you
I got the wandering blues I got the wandering blues
And I don't want to leave you I love you through and through
Well I left my baby on a pretty blue train
And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain
And I had the wandering blues and I sang those wandering blues
And I'm gonna quit these rambling ways one of these days soon
And I sing
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
Well I don't care if the sun don't shine
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the wintertime...
(supprime les barrés)