Hợp âm Guitar
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FPawned my high schoolBbring my freshman year inFcollege
FTraded my eduBbcation for some six-stringCknowledge
OldFman behind the counter saidBb"Kid this'll take youFfar"
DmIf you listen to theFwhispersCIn this pawn shopFguitar
IFcame to Music City with someBbsongs Burning a hole in myFpocket
TheyFslammed the door in myBbface But I kept on aCknocking
AnotherFcowboy on BroadwayBbSleepin' in myFcarDm
With theFwhisperCIn my pawn shopFguitar
OldBbman said with wood and steel you can get theFgirl
DmWhere it's broken yourAmsong can heal theBbworld
ToBbthine own self be trueFBeCwho youDmare
Flying on theFwhispersCIn this pawn shopFguitar
It was theFbest of timesBband the worst ofFtimes
FSingin' on street corners forBbdollars, quarters andCdimes
FDesperate, I pawned my guiBbtar for fiftyFbucksDm
Man, she wasFlong gone whenCI went back to pick her upF
WithBbwood and steel you can sing Willie, Waylon, andFMerle
DmWhere it's broken yourAmsong can heal theBbworld
Yeah, toBbthine own self be trueFBeCwho youDmare
Flying on theFwhispersCIn this pawn shopFguitar
AndDmI didn't know if I would ever write again
And oneFnight in a bar the old man stumbled in
Threw aBbhundred-dollar bill and drew aFsharpie heart
On aBbnote he wrote, "That's where theCgood songs are"
In every airFport lounge, streetBbcorner, and everyFbar
IFput a Ben Franklin inBbevery kid's pickle tipCjar
And IFwrite a note with aBbbig red sharpieFheartC
Dm"That's where the good songsFare"
CIn the never-say-dier, the soul of a songwriter And a pawn shop guiFtar
🎸Chế độ chơi: Guitar
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