Spiritual Front - Song For The Old Man, аккорды песни для гитары

Intro:
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Verse 1:
Am
            
F
How much sand in your boots?
C
                   
Em
How much dry bread in teeths?
Am
          
F
Everyday is longest day
C
                         
Em
Or maybe the day you will never forget
Am
                  
F
God didn't save you from the luck of
C
      
Em
A
 rich marriage
Am
                
F
Nor your dictator saved you from 
C
                
Em
The big glorious war
Am
                       
F
But maybe you were saved just
        
C
                  
Em
Because you've never never believed
Am
                       
F
No saint has guided your wrinkle hand
C
                                      
Em
But one hundred whores has driven your shining cars

Chorus:
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral... 
G
My old man
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral... 
G
My old man

Verse 2:
Am
           
F
Twenty years in the tropics
C
                 
Em
One hundred years of regrets
Am
              
F
Life is to long to repent
C
                      
Em
And too short to deify the bitterness
Am
                 
F
Your ironed shirt, your brushed hair
C
                   
Em
Your perfect dye go beyond
Am
              
F
Every political convinction 
C
                 
Em
And against every classfight
Am
                     
F
I loved your style and your hatred
C
                   
Em
For your hatred for mediocrity
Am
                      
F
God will not give you a honoured place
C
                
Em
But he will envy your shined shoes

Chorus:
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral... 
G
My old man
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral... 
G
My old man

Intro:
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Verse 1:
Am
            
F
How much sand in your boots?
C
                   
Em
How much dry bread in teeths?
Am
          
F
Everyday is longest day
C
                         
Em
Or maybe the day you will never forget
Am
                  
F
God didn't save you from the luck of
C
      
Em
A
 rich marriage
Am
                
F
Nor your dictator saved you from 
C
                
Em
The big glorious war
Am
                       
F
But maybe you were saved just
        
C
                  
Em
Because you've never never believed
Am
                       
F
No saint has guided your wrinkle hand
C
                                      
Em
But one hundred whores has driven your shining cars

Chorus:
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral... 
G
My old man
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral... 
G
My old man

Verse 2:
Am
           
F
Twenty years in the tropics
C
                 
Em
One hundred years of regrets
Am
              
F
Life is to long to repent
C
                      
Em
And too short to deify the bitterness
Am
                 
F
Your ironed shirt, your brushed hair
C
                   
Em
Your perfect dye go beyond
Am
              
F
Every political convinction 
C
                 
Em
And against every classfight
Am
                     
F
I loved your style and your hatred
C
                   
Em
For your hatred for mediocrity
Am
                      
F
God will not give you a honoured place
C
                
Em
But he will envy your shined shoes

Chorus:
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral... 
G
My old man
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral
Dm
                   
C
                  
G
I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral... 
G
My old man