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"Pocketful of Quarters", com credito para Joe Stamm Band. Essa gravacao aparece relacionada ao lancamento "Midwest Town" (ano 2021, pais US,

status Official). Joe Beck foi um guitarrista estadunidense de jazz e rock que atuou por mais de 30 anos. A National Academy of Recording Arts & Sciences homenageou Beck cinco vezes com o prêmio "Most Valuable Player Award". Beck tocou em uma variedade de estilos de jazz, incluindo jazz fusion, post bop, mainstream jazz e soul jazz, mas também flertou brevemente com o rock. Hell Town é o nome dado a uma antiga aldeia dos Lenape, um povo nativo estadunidense, que ficava no Clear Creek, perto da cidade abandonada de Newville [en], no estado de Ohio, nos Estados Unidos. A aldeia se localizava em uma colina alta ao norte do encontro do Clear Creek com o Black Fork [en], um afluente do rio Mohican [en].

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[Verse 2]
       E                                      A
I just grinned and looked at hom, said I been out here
                   E
on this road for a week
       E                            A
I been stoppin twice a day to put a call
                    E
into an answering machine
          C#m                             A
Now I'm a hundred miles from home and the truth is
                         E
a little more than I can face
            E                              A
I guess the road turned into home and I've lost
                         E
so many things along the way

[Verse 3]
                E                          A
He stood there stackin up his quarters and knowing look
                 E
swam across his eyes
                   E                        A
H'said I've missed anniversary dinners, holidays,
                    E
and three different wives
             C#m                       A
I've traded graduations, ballgames and hugs
                               E
from little arms for all these miles
             E                                  A
It's hard to make the right turns when you have trouble
                         E
lookin past your own headlights

[Chorus]
     A
Over every hill there's gonna be a mountain
                           E
that you're gonna have to climb
       A
Around every bend there'll be another curve
                       E
boy, ya gotta hug that line
         F#m                             A
Ya gotta drop her down in gear, think of how
                         E
them people feel back at home
       C#m                              A
Keep a pocket full of quarters, tell em just how much
                        E
you miss em when you're gone

[Verse 4]
  E                              A
I took a drink of coffee that he paid for
                      E
as he walked into the night
  E                        A
I never got his name, so I pulled myself together
             E
and I ran outside
        C#m                           A
But the only person out there was the waitress
                E
pullin on a cigarette
E                               A
Faintly in the wind, that empty parkin lot
               E
echoed what he said

[Tag]
       C#m                              A
Keep a pocket full of quarters, tell em just how much
                        E
you love em when you're gone

Afinação: E A D G B ECapotraste: Sem capotraste [Verse 1] E A I was starin in my coffee at the truck stop E A hundred miles from my home E A A man walked up beside me, curly white hair, E gettin quarters for the phone C#m A He leaned an elbow on the counter, turned and said, E Boy, can I ask you what is wrong? E A Cause I've seen that look before, starin up at me, E From a coffee cup long cold [Verse 2] E A I just grinned and looked at hom, said I been out here E on this road for a week E A I been stoppin twice a day to put a call E into an answering machine C#m A Now I'm a hundred miles from home and the truth is E a little more than I can face E A I guess the road turned into home and I've lost E so many things along the way [Verse 3] E A He stood there stackin up his quarters and knowing look E swam across his eyes E A H'said I've missed anniversary dinners, holidays, E and three different wives C#m A I've traded graduations, ballgames and hugs E from little arms for all these miles E A It's hard to make the right turns when you have trouble E lookin past your own headlights [Chorus] A Over every hill there's gonna be a mountain E that you're gonna have to climb A Around every bend there'll be another curve E boy, ya gotta hug that line F#m A Ya gotta drop her down in gear, think of how E them people feel back at home C#m A Keep a pocket full of quarters, tell em just how much E you miss em when you're gone [Verse 4] E A I took a drink of coffee that he paid for E as he walked into the night E A I never got his name, so I pulled myself together E and I ran outside C#m A But the only person out there was the waitress E pullin on a cigarette E A Faintly in the wind, that empty parkin lot E echoed what he said [Chorus] A Over every hill there's gonna be a mountain E that you're gonna have to climb A Around every bend there'll be another curve E boy, ya gotta hug that line F#m A Ya gotta drop her down in gear, think of how E them people feel back at home C#m A Keep a pocket full of quarters, tell em just how much E you miss em when you're gone [Tag] C#m A Keep a pocket full of quarters, tell em just how much E you love em when you're gone

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