Accords et paroles Bourbon Rory Gallagher

Bourbon

Rory Gallagher

-1
+1
Suggestion: -2

(moins de barrés)

Tous les outils
annuler
Change la taille du texte.
NON
OUI
Remplace par des accords plus faciles à jouer.
EN
FR
Affiche les acccords français (Do, Ré, Mi…).
NON
OUI
Seul le bas du texte défile, vous laissant ainsi les accords de départ visibles.
NON
OUI
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.
[Intro]
[Verse]
Well he's drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop
He's mortgaged out his blood for one more chance to breathe
He had the DT 's for breakfast the shakes till noon he picked up his bag and left his motel room
His head is held high but his heart is on its knees           
[Verse]
Well he packed his guitar and his bar-room tan gotta get some miles behind him as fast as he can
Another destination someplace else to play
Well he left a life behind him in some old trailer park they tried to make it work was ruined from the start
He had to shake the rust; it became time to leave                     
[Bridge]
  It's a honky-tonk engagement     but there's no better place to play
  His face feels like crazy pavement     it's getting more lined every day   
[Verse]
Well he's gonna write a letter and try to explain she says he's too old to have these growing pains
But something keeps him moving living on through the night
But as the night approaches a change is in the air his heart is pumping fast he's got no cares
The music befriends him it can take him anywhere
[Bridge]
  It's a honky-tonk engagement    but there's no better place to play
  His mind feels like crazy pavement     he's getting crazed out every day   
[Verse]
Well he's drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop
He's mortgaged out his blood for one more chance to play
He had the DT's for breakfast the chills till noon he packed his guitar and left his motel room
His head is held high but his heart is on its knees            

Bourbon

Rory Gallagher