Hole In My Pocket

Afinação: E A D G B ECapotraste: Sem capotraste ************************************ Written by J.S. Centilli ************************************ [Verse 1] D C $5000 burnt a hole in my pocket G G On a piano black old Oldsmobile Rocket D C Had salt washed fenders and chrome pitted lines G G Color matched seats and old Detroit style D C G G D C G G [Verse 2] D C It drove down the road straight as a beam G G Got me out of town before they were looking at me D C I turned around at the county line G G To get my dog and the girl that caught my eye D C G G D C G G [Verse 3] D C With a double-tap bleat of the steering wheel G G Her green eyes glanced as she bit her bottom lip She said, D C “Buster James what are you doing here? G G Take me away, you handsome balladeer.” D D C G D D C G C G D D D D D D [Bridge] C G The night air flows between our scars D D Black dirt roads beneath the stars C G She sings to the stereo with dome light dimmed D D My whistle fades beneath in the window wind C G She holds me up, she holds me close D D She took the wheel of the piano black Olds C G And drove us down where the warm water pools D D Sang till dawn and the songs of our youth F G The night air flows with the sounds of guitar C Am Black dirt roads beneath our tires F G We called it a night, we called it our lives C Am And that’s where we said goodnight F G C C Nigh, igh, ee’ight! F G Am Am Whoa, ohh, ooh oh! F G C C Whoa, ohh, ooh oh! E E C C E E G G G G G G G G D D C G D D C G D D C G C G D D D D [Outro] D C $50 burnt a hole in my pocket G G On gasoline cans and a roadside prophet D C The piano black Olds is holding its own G G With its color matched seats and old Detroit soul D D C G D D C G