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Strangers - Agent Ribbons

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Primeiro acorde: A 11 acordes identificados
[Intro]
A
 
[Verse 1]
A D7
In a town not far, I heard a man lost his friend to the law
A C#7
So he went to find the wilder side of colonies abroad
F#7 B7
He kicked the dust and bit the bullet, riding bare-back Indian-style
A E
He tipped his hat and didn't look back
D
He'll be gone for a while
A
Yeah, he'll be gone
 
[Verse 2]
A D7
Well, he came to California with a mighty smug look on his face
A C#7
Found the very first bar in a bum-squat town with all walks of the human race
F#7 B7
'Cause sluts lined up and showed him their tits, with a bottle he took in the side
A E D
He wanted to stay but before he could say, he was out like a light
A
Yeah, he was out
 
[Chorus 1]
A Bm E G F#
Ain't it funny how strangers find home in the strangest places
N.C. Bm E G F#
Ain't it funny how strangers find home in the strangest places, mmm hmm
 
[Post-chorus 1]
G
In an abstract way
F#
We can all relate
G F#
At least I can, at any rate
 
A D7 A D7
 
[Verse 3]
A D7
When he came to, his gun was gone, his shirt was in a twist
A C#7
Dog-tired and hungry, with no money, the blood boiled in his fists
F#7 B7
He saw a whore and asked her how he'd come to have such luck
A E D
And she said, "You don't look at those hard-workin' women that way when you don't got a
buck
A
She took the gun 'cause you drank the whiskey."
 
[Verse 4]
A D7
"I'm sorry, miss, I tell ya but old bastards like me
A C#7
Are so hung up on living life, we don't meditate on courtesy.
F#7 B7
So, go ahead and shoot me, I ain't got no where to go.
A E D
I'll have myself a whiskey with the devil down below.
A
With the devil down below."
 
[Chorus 2]
A Bm E G F#
Ain't it funny how strangers find home in the strangest places
N.C. Bm E G F#
Ain't it funny how strangers find home in the strangest places, mmm hmm
 
[Post-chorus 2]
G
In an abstract way
F#
We can all relate
G F#
At least I can, at any rate
 
A D7 A D7
 
[Verse 5]
A D7
As it turned out, the hooker felt right sorry for his soul
A C#7
She spared his life and said she too felt life was mighty cold
F#7
"Well, if I strike it rich," he cried
B7
"Then you shall have a dress
A E
And if a woman like you could ever love me
D
Then, I'll have happiness
A
Yeah, I'll have happiness"
 
[Chorus 3]
A Bm E G F#
Ain't it funny how strangers find home in the strangest places
N.C. Bm E G F#
Ain't it funny how strangers find home in the strangest places, mmm hmm
 
[Post-chorus 3]
G
In an abstract way
F#
We can all relate
G F#
At least I can, at any rate

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