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Dificuldade: facil | Estilo: folk / americana | Sentimento: aconchegante, narrativo, melancólico | Ocasião: violão, bar, pub, estrada | Tags: folk, americana, violao, facil, indie, country, storytelling, Black Roads And White Crosses

Luke Summers, de Black Roads And White Crosses…, tem um charme justamente por abrir margem para interpretação. A faixa sugere uma viagem

emocional onde o ouvinte completa os espaços, transformando o título em ponto de partida para memória, curiosidade e identificação.

4/4 Time - ~74 BPM Intro G - D - Em - C (2x) [Verso 1] G Theres a preacher on Pine Street D Talkin bout grace again Em While old men in ball caps C Sip coffee black as sin G And the kid at the gas station D With his daddys last name Em Still parks that old Silverado C Like hes waitin on him to change G And the flag by the courthouse D Dont wave like it used to Em Guess nothin stays untouched C After what this towns been through [Refrão] G So pour one out tonight D For the boys who never made it home Em For the letters in dresser drawers C And the mothers sleepin alone G For the small-town angels D Under backroad white crosses Em Yeah freedom aint free, man C Look at all weve lost in it [Verso 2] G I knew a kid named Logan D Had a scar above his eye Em Played Springsteen way too loud C And laughed like hed never die G Last thing he told me D Was Take care of this place Em Now theres twenty-one guns C And a bronze star by his name G And every Memorial Day D This whole town gets quiet Em Like grief dont disappear C We just learn how to drive with it [Refrão] G So pour one out tonight D For the boys who never made it home Em For the letters in dresser drawers C And the mothers sleepin alone G For the small-town angels D Under backroad white crosses Em Yeah freedom aint free, man C Look at all weve lost in it [Ponte] (Pull back the strumming here) Em And I aint sayin war is holy C Aint sayin we got it right G I just know some good kids died D Tryin to protect our lives Em And I hope wherever they are C They know we still speak their names G On late May evenings D When the sky burns like flame Final Chorus (Build bigger - fuller strumming) G So pour one out tonight D Let the highways sing their hymns Em Raise your hands for the broken hearts C Still missin all their friends G For the hometown heroes D Still ridin shotgun with us Em Yeah love costs somethin C And they gave every bit of it Outro G For the boys we still remember D When the summer air gets still Em Yeah the backroads keep on turnin C But we know they ride with us still G - D - Em - C (fade)
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