Cifra de Preston Miller - Tracy Grammer
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Intro: Am
He was born in Miller's mansion when the mistress was asleep
The secret son of the chambermaid and master
And they sent him into hiding, for his schooling and his keep
With the Carlyles and the other lucky bastards
Am G Am
Now his toady tutors fawn and praise the man that he's become
Though he's taken to the Laudanum and Faro
And he walks the streets like velvet death with his daddy's money on his breath
And a shame he cannot shake, down in his marrow
[Refrão] Am Dm
When day fades to black, you must not listen to the killer
Pretty voices keep you beautiful and bound
'Cause the simple sorry fact of your existence, Preston Miller
Is enough to bring this house of evil down
Am G Am
One night upon some drunken dare, he writes his absent sire
Saying, "Father, I would fain come home to meet thee"
And though his worthless friends guffaw at this sudden show of fire
C G Am
Another round of bourbon and it's easy
Am G Am
And this letter finds his father in his tower far away
And the hoary claw that holds it shakes and trembles
Is it grief over a life misspent, or love or greed or mere contempt
Or something darker stirring in his temples
[Refrão] Am Dm
When day fades to black, you must not listen to the killer
Pretty voices keep you beautiful and bound
'Cause the simple sorry fact of your existence, Preston Miller
Is enough to bring this house of evil down
Am G Am
A week gone by, he's wakened by a knocking at his door
And he drags himself half-wasted to the threshold
It's a message in his father's quill saying, "Meet me, scion, if you will
At the very stroke of midnight in the meadow"
Am G Am
Now he has combed his laggard locks, and hired a comely roan
And he's met his comrade fops around the fountain
And he's bidden each a grand goodbye, and he's cantered off alone
To meet his aged father in the mountains
[Refrão] Am Dm
When day fades to black, you must not listen to the killer
Pretty voices keep you beautiful and bound
'Cause the simple sorry fact of your existence, Preston Miller
Is enough to bring this house of evil down
Am G Am
"Oh, Father dear, come out, come out, I honour thee tonight,"
He shouts as he goes weaving in the saddle
He sees the stars go blinking by, like the twinkling in a trollop's eye
And six riders riding madly in the shadows
Am G Am
This morning sailed a ship of fools across a sea of gin
With a blind and grinning Reaper at the tiller
And it drove an aging Jacob to his lone and bitter end
And a bullet through the brain of Preston Miller