Letter To Madeline — аккорды для гитары
Аккорды:
G#
Fm
D#
A#m
C#
Вступление
G#
Куплет
Fm D#
Looked like a hundred guns held on me
A#m C# Fm
Hunkered by the shed of Detroit General & Company
D# C#
Calling, boy come out, we have you jailed
Fm D#
Beside the buck-shot door, I stood still
A#m C# Fm
Wondering how the hell the bastards found me in those hills
D# C#
And clinging to a letter that I wish I'd mailed
Припев
Fm D#
Go rest easy, Madeline
A#m C# Fm
I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line
D# C#
And when I get home, we'll have a grand old time
Fm D#
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised
A#m C# Fm
If you get the word that your wild man has up and died
D# C#
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside
Проигрыш
Fm | D# | A#m | C#
Куплет
Fm D#
Now in the pouring snow, sad, but swift
A#m
I headed down the highway
C# Fm
Hoping that the burden of my blues would lift
D# C#
And praying that the whiskey would keep me brave
Fm D#
Oh, but I got caught in the cold
A#m G# C# Fm
Looking like a hobo without no mercy from the road
D# C#
And feeling like a dead man without a grave
Припев
Fm D#
Go rest easy, Madeline
A#m C# Fm
I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line
D# C#
And when I get home, we'll have a grand old time
Fm D#
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised
A#m C# Fm
If you get the word that your wild man has up and died
D# C#
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside
C# Fm
Oh my, oh my
Проигрыш
Fm | D# | A#m | C#
Fm | D# | C#
Куплет
Fm D#
Bloodied-up and chained, my legs pinned down
A#m C# Fm
I woke to find my fate in the hands of four men gathered 'round
D# C#
And cursing for the bag they knew I'd hid
Fm D#
And the more they stomped and moaned, the more I prayed
A#m C# Fm
Feeling every spark flying off of that file and their rusted blade
D# C#
Said, better think it through, this is your last chance, kid
Припев
Fm D#
Go rest easy, Madeline
A#m C# Fm
I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line
D# C#
And when I get home, we'll have a grand old time
Fm D#
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised
A#m C# Fm
If you get the word that your wild man has up and died
D# C#
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside