Cifra de Chillicothe Rain - Roger Alan Wade
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Primeiro acorde: D 5 acordes identificados
Intro: D
Verse:
D
Low down in Ohio from the day he was born
G D
Charlie hit that hard road, rollin' like a thunder storm
Trouble as his shadow, larceny in his blood
They slapped him in the castle, for lightin' up some peckerwood
He got eleven twenty-nine the first time, rode it out like a train
Walked down to the bus line through the Chillicothe rain
[Refrão]G D
Some people stay in hell just because they know the names of the streets
Some lay their soul on the anvil, hand 'em the hammer, that's me
D G
Sorry for the trouble, the worry and the pain
Sorry I never had sense enough to get out of the Chillicothe rain
Verse:
D
He hung around in pool halls, like to never find a job
G D
Finally started bouncin' for some dude, connected with the Steubenville mob
Fell hard for a dancer, she took him for a ride
She coulda cleared him with her answer, she got on the stand and lied
He got ten years for good behavior, ten years and mark of Cain
The guard hollered "See ya later" through the hard Chillicothe rain
[Refrão]G D
Some people stay in hell just because they know the names of the streets
Some lay their soul on the anvil, hand 'em the hammer, that's me
D G
Sorry for the trouble, the worry and the pain
Sorry I never had sense enough to get out of the Chillicothe rain
Break: Cadd9 Bm A G A D
Verse:
D
Charlie stayed clear of trouble, for a year he walked that line
G D
Tryin' to rebuild from the rubble, set things straight in his mind
One night he got a phone call, said "mom I'll be right back"
G D
She just killed the porch light when she heard sirens down by the tracks
The score he swore he'd settle got him more than a ball and chain
Got him the Lord's prayer and Satan's chair in the Chillicothe rain
[Refrão]G D
Some people stay in hell just because they know the names of the streets
Some lay their soul on the anvil, hand 'em the hammer, that's me
My storm will soon be over when they run lightning through my brain
By the time you read this I'll be a lily-white mist in the Chillicothe rain
By the time you read this I'll be a lily-white mist in the Chillicothe rain