Cifra de Folk Singer - Steve Poltz
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Primeiro acorde: B7 8 acordes identificados
[Intro ]
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verse 1
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You be pissing in a bottle and you can’t see through the fog
You know a trucker jack-knifed in the snow up ahead, for sure
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The radar’s got you clocked at 87 in a 55
The cops all want to search your car because they think you’re high
You finally reach the club and they got no posters up
You play to 12 people, half are puking in a cup
You sell 2 CDs, give another 6 away
You hoping that somebody has a place where you could stay
verse 2
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Got a 10 hour drive in the morning, don’t sweat it
You’re thinking about the gig last night, you wish you could forget it
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You listen to a podcast of Radio lab
You try to call your mom but end up yelling at your dad
The car needs gas so you pull into the Come and Go
The weather channel says that you’re about to hit some snow
You sell 5 CDs, give another 8 away
To add insult to injury, you had to pay to play
[Refrão]A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
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for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
verse 3
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The club owner said 'you should’ve played here last week
cause right now its finals and no one makes a peep'
He wishes that the money could’ve been a lot more
But the deal was for a small percentage of the door
27 dollars and a couple foreign bills
tried to pass the hat but everyone was high on pills
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Play a new song, No applause, just crickets
The bartender says 'I’ll give you 2 drink tickets'
[Refrão] A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
verse 4
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You get a big break and get to do some radio
But the DJ says 'It’s taped for next week’s show'
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It does you no good cause tonight you got the gig
But you keep on smiling and dance a little jig
The car starts whining and the engines running hot
The gas station dude says 'your radiator’s shot'
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You sell 12 CDs, give none away
The radiator took it all, it’s Ground Hog day
[Refrão] A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
Verse 5
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You get a good offer, for a gig in Atlanta
But the airline sent your guitar all the way to Montana
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Get a real person on the phone from United
You lose you cool and tell the dude to go bite it
You borrow a guitar to try to cool your rage
Walk into the club and someone else is on stage
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You sell no CDs, the club was double booked
N.C.
You never even got to play, you feel your life is overlooked
[Refrão]A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
Verse 6
You finally get some sleep and there’s a nice blue sky
And the airlines found your guitar all the way in Dubai
They say that it will be there for your gig in Tallahassee
But you ate some bad food, feeling kind of gassy
Get a Motel 6, wish it was the Ritz
At least you got a private place because you got the shits
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Sell 5 hats and 2 CDs
Yes sir, no ma’am, Thank you please
[Refrão]A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
Verse 7
Your manager calls you right before you play your show
He says I think you should die your hair cause its white as snow
Your girlfriend calls you as you leave the stage
She saw a picture of you with a chick and now she’s in a rage
Break up break down break it all to hell
Charging all the damage to your hotel bill
Sell 5 stickers for 50 cents
you’re a folksinger now, you’re about to make a dent
[Refrão]A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
Verse 8
Finally get some good news from the booking agent dude
At the club tonight they’ll give you half off your food
Place is packed gonna make your fee
But they wouldn’t even turn off the Sports TV
You feel like you climbed another rung on the ladder
You’re another day older, another day fatter
I’m a folk singer now in the pale moonlight
N.C.
That's how I'm standing right here on stage tonight
[Refrão]A
I'm a folksinger, Folk folk singer
I'm a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
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for a folksinger, I'm a folk folk singer
E
For sure
Outro
A
N.C.
I’m a folk-a-dee–folker
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I’m a Bram Stoker Joker
N.C
I’m a vampire smoker
N.C
I’m a mother folking folker
E
today