Cifra de On A Roll - Drew Holcomb and The Neighbors
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[Intro]
Bb Eb F Bb Eb
[Verse 1]
Bb
Don’t stop me once I started
When I wax poetic on the brokenhearted
The stories we tell are nothing if not true
[Verse 2]
Bb
There’s no hard line losers and winners
There’s no crack in the sky when the lightning splinters
There’s a sadness that only comes on a beautiful day
[Pre-chorus]
F Eb Bb
Don’t look now, I can’t go on without you
Cm Eb F
Hold the line, there’s nothing more to say
[Chorus]
I’m on a roll pretty baby and I don’t know how to stop once I’m going
I’m a river in an ocean with the rain coming down all at once
I’m on a roll pretty baby and I’m riding on the wind where it’s blowing
F Bb Eb
Take my hand we’ll go where the firelight glows
[Verse 3]
Well we’re driving through another ghost town
With the radio up and the windows rolled down
And the silver sunlight is streaming through your hair
[Verse 4]
Don’t it read just like a story?
The kaleidoscope sky and fields of glory
Don’t it feel the world could up and fall away?
[Chorus]
I’m on a roll pretty baby and I don’t know how to stop once I’m going
I’m a river in an ocean with the rain coming down all at once
I’m on a roll pretty baby and I’m riding on the wind where it’s blowing
F Bb Eb
Take my hand we’ll go where the firelight glows
[Instrumental]
Bb Eb F Bb Eb
Bb Eb F Bb Eb
[Bridge]
F Gm
Don’t get lost in the algorithm
It may be pretty, baby, but it’s a prison
And the critics are still keeping score
But I still don’t know what we’re fighting for
[Chorus]
I’m on a roll pretty baby and I don’t know how to stop once I’m going
I’m a river in an ocean with the rain coming down all at once
I’m on a roll pretty baby and I’m riding on the wind where it’s blowing
F Bb Eb
Take my hand we’ll go where the firelight glows
[Outro]
Bb
Don’t stop me once I started
When I wax poetic on the brokenhearted
The stories we tell are nothing if not true
* = Single Strum