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Everything A Fool Could Ever Need

Trey Clark

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Trey Parker, pseudonônimo de Randolph Severn Parker III é um animador, diretor, produtor, roteirista, dublador, ator e músico norte-americano.

The Cure é uma banda britânica de rock fundada em 1976, em Crawley, Inglaterra. A banda passou por várias mudanças de formação, com o vocalista, guitarrista e principal compositor Robert Smith sendo o membro constante e principal responsável por sua direção musical e criativa. Iniciaram a sua carreira ainda muito influenciados pelo punk, porém, rapidamente começaram a desenvolver sons mais sombrios e densos, assim como letras mais complexas e angustiantes -- influenciadas por literatura existencialista, niilista, gótica e de fantasia de autores como Sartre, Kafka, Peake, Camus, Poe, Farmer entre outros -- sem cedências, conseguindo, com essa combinação, a sua imagem de marca e um estatuto de culto que perdura até hoje.

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[Verso 1] G D Them city lights of Austin are fading in my path C G D As I pull onto the on ramp of 290 highway G D My radio is playing anything but country C G D Them old songs will drive you crazy, if you ain't already [Refrão] G D Don't you worry bout me momma, I got money in my pocket C G D And a coat to keep me warm and fine clean air to breathe G D C And don't you worry bout me momma cause these bags are packed with fading memories Em D G I've got everything a fool could ever need [Verso 2] G D Well, these city lights of Austin are still lighting up my mind C G D Sure is good to see them Longhorns put the hurtin on Nebraska G D And the girl i met on 6th street, Lord she swore that she loved me C G D She could not have been 19 but you know I never asked her [Refrão] G D Don't you worry bout me momma, I got money in my pocket C G D And a coat to keep me warm and fine clean air to breathe G D C And don't you worry bout me momma cause these bags are packed with fading memories Em D G I've got everything a fool could ever need [Ponte] C D No good reason why I'm leavin G More hopin' than believin' C This ol truck I'd gonna get me where I go Em Am C D But I ain't in no hurry so momma don't you worry yourself so, oh no [Verso 3] G D Well I'm closing in on Houston, should I stop and see my folks C G D Fill up on mashed potatoes, pot roast and gravy G D C Or should I just keep on driving cause it's so damn hard to say good bye G D When momma gets to acting crazy [Refrão] G D Don't you worry bout me momma, I got money in my pocket C G D And a coat to keep me warm and fine clean air to breathe G D C And don't you worry bout me momma cause these bags are packed with fading memories Em D G I've got everything a fool could ever need
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