Parsons Gram - Sin City, аккорды песни для гитары

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Date: Wed, 21 Jun 1995 15:50:08 -0700
 To: [email protected]
From: [email protected] (Tom Lindsey)
Subject: Gram Parsons; Sin City.crd

Sin City
Gram Parsons, Chris Hillman

3/4 time


         
G
                   
D7
This old town is filled with sin,
      
G7
          
C
It'll swallow you in
          
G
                 
D7
If you've got some money to burn.
        
G
           
D7
Take it home right away,
           
G7
             
C
You've got three years to pay
G
            
D7
          
G
But Satan is waiting his turn


CHORUS:
         
C
                  
D7
              
G
           
G7
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
   
C
               
G
              
D7
It seems like this whole town's insane
       
C
            
D7
         
G7
          
C
On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
      
G
            
D7
             
G
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

    
G
          
D7
The scientists say
      
G7
        
C
It'll all wash away
    
G
                    
D7
But we don't believe any more
            
G
          
D7
Cause we've got our recruits
        
G7
           
C
And our green mohair suits
   
G
               
D7
          
G
     
G7
So please show you I.
D
. At the door.


CHORUS

(Instrumental break)


  
G
            
D7
A
 friend came around.
         
G7
            
C
Tried to clean up this town;
     
G
         
G7
          
D7
His ideas made some people mad.
       
G
           
D7
But he trusted his crowd,
      
G7
              
C
So he spoke right out loud
G
                 
D7
               
G
And they lost the best friend they had


CHORUS

       
C
            
D7
         
G7
          
C
On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
      
G
            
D7
             
G
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

Tom Lindsey
[email protected]
San Francisco, CA

#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
Date: Wed, 21 Jun 1995 15:50:08 -0700
 To: [email protected]
From: [email protected] (Tom Lindsey)
Subject: Gram Parsons; Sin City.crd

Sin City
Gram Parsons, Chris Hillman

3/4 time


         
G
                   
D7
This old town is filled with sin,
      
G7
          
C
It'll swallow you in
          
G
                 
D7
If you've got some money to burn.
        
G
           
D7
Take it home right away,
           
G7
             
C
You've got three years to pay
G
            
D7
          
G
But Satan is waiting his turn


CHORUS:
         
C
                  
D7
              
G
           
G7
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
   
C
               
G
              
D7
It seems like this whole town's insane
       
C
            
D7
         
G7
          
C
On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
      
G
            
D7
             
G
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

    
G
          
D7
The scientists say
      
G7
        
C
It'll all wash away
    
G
                    
D7
But we don't believe any more
            
G
          
D7
Cause we've got our recruits
        
G7
           
C
And our green mohair suits
   
G
               
D7
          
G
     
G7
So please show you I.
D
. At the door.


CHORUS

(Instrumental break)


  
G
            
D7
A
 friend came around.
         
G7
            
C
Tried to clean up this town;
     
G
         
G7
          
D7
His ideas made some people mad.
       
G
           
D7
But he trusted his crowd,
      
G7
              
C
So he spoke right out loud
G
                 
D7
               
G
And they lost the best friend they had


CHORUS

       
C
            
D7
         
G7
          
C
On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
      
G
            
D7
             
G
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

Tom Lindsey
[email protected]
San Francisco, CA