Cifra de Quiet Man - Jeffrey Martin
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The chord progression is trivial, but what's more important is the
cadence and strumming. The first three verses are fingerpicked,
and then Jeffrey gradually switches over to a strumming pattern.
[Intro]
G C G C
[Verse 1]
There's holes in all the sidewalls
Where the wind it brings the rain in
And the gold crowns have been found out
To be brass that has been painted
[Interlude]
G C G C
[Verse 2]
And there's holes in all our bibles
Where we make secret compartments
To hide the broken treasures
We smuggled out the garden
[Interlude]
G C G C
[Verse 3]
And we gaze at our reflections
Like insecure children
Poorly dressed and always panickin'
In the bodies of men and women
And we stumble on like drunkards
Toward a cliff, just because
None of us cares about the end
When we're trying to find love
[Strumming]
[Interlude]
G C/G G C/G
[Verse 4]
And we get moving in the morning
We suffer on into the evening
Where we finally drink the whiskey
That soothes our disbelieving
While others find a quiet place
And build a fence around it
Spend their time on the money they make
And find ways to talk about it
[Interlude]
G C/G G C/G
[Verse 5]
There's an angry man on the mountain
Just like there's always been
And there's a quiet man in the valley
Standing taller than him
And there's a child with a secret
That she doesn't know she holds
And the fact that I can see it
Means that I am growing old
[Interlude]
G C/G G C/G
[Verse 6]
Some of us get lucky
Find an anchor in the storm
And some of us never learn to see
G C/G
Beyond the place we were born
And time is a mystic
With a briefcase in his hand
You can pay to look inside it
But you can't afford to understand
[Interlude]
G C/G G C/G
[Verse 7]
And maybe heaven is a place
That doesn't have an address
And maybe that's okay
Just like joy or sadness
You can meet god in a cigarette
Just the same as in a sermon
And the devil's always listenin'
To those who are deserving
[Outro]
G C/G G C/G
Yeah, yeah