Cifra de Heaven 57 - Wade Forster
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Intro:
D D
[Verso 1]
I bought a Heaven '57
F#m G D
Gotta figure out, where I'm going now
D F#m
Saddle in the back, guitar is packed
No plans beyond this here town
And a gold buckle dream ain't all it seems
Now I'm gone from this old place
I bought a Heaven '57, a stairway to stepping in to join the race
Em G A
[Verso 2]
I'm in my Heaven '57
F#m G D
Driving down New England, two slabs of beer inside
Two hours southbound, rodeo town
Trying to make it to the night time ride
D F#m
I hit dirt but it didn't really hurt
About as much as your empty smile
I bought a Heaven '57 to try and forget about you and me for a while
[Refrão]
En G
Guitars and Cadillacs, repeat on the stereo
We won't look back, we won't look back
Em G
Cigarettes and a perfume bottle, foot full force on the throttle
Tryna get back, tryna get back
Driving like a maniac
[Verso 3]
We're in my Heaven '57
F#m G D
Trying to make a living but rodeo just ain't your life
Always complaining and screaming, accusing me of cheating
'Cause of the trails I'm leaving behind
All of the miles and miles, thinking of your eyes
G D
Crying on a motel floor
We're in my heaven '57, lying if I'm forgetting the times I thought you were gone
[Refrão]
En G
Guitars and Cadillacs, repeat on the stereo
We won't look back, we won't look back
Em G
Cigarettes and a perfume bottle, foot full force on the throttle
Tryna get back, tryna get back
Driving like a maniac
[Verso 4]
I sold my Heaven '57
F#m G D
Knees ain't forgiving the times I was young and wild
The scars still remain along with the paint
That I haven't washed in a while
Although I sold her for less
It weren't worth the mess of the memories on my mind
I sold my Heaven '57 but thing that I remember is you driving with me by my side
[Refrão]
En G
Guitars and Cadillacs, repeat on the stereo
We won't look back, we won't look back
Em G
Cigarettes and a perfume bottle, foot full force on the throttle
Tryna get back, tryna get back
Driving like a maniac
Driving like a maniac