Cifra de Tales Of The Road - Justin Sullivan
Veja os acordes de Tales Of The Road, de Justin Sullivan, e use os controles desta página para mudar o tom, ajustar a leitura e acompanhar a música enquanto toca. Ver mais cifras de Justin Sullivan →
Primeiro acorde: Em 6 acordes identificados
Em D
The caravan flipped over two, three times went spinning down the carriageway
Em D Em
Breaking up into splinters wheels spinning around in the dust at the foot of the hill
Em D
And all the old clothes, the pots and pans and the photographs
Em D
The little things of those people's lives strewn across the road
[Refrão]
G D Em
We all want what we cannot have
G D Em
We've driven so far, we can never get back
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke
Telling tales of the road
Em D
By the glow of a flickering lighter we went stumbling forward through the corridor
Em D
Up the broken staircase to the top of the trail of shattered glass
Damp mattresses in the doorway, an old abandoned take-away
Em D
Nothing much to tell us if and where you'd gone
By now you could be miles away
[Refrão]
G D Em
We all want what we cannot have
G D Em
We've driven so far, we can never get back
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke
Telling tales of the road
Bridge:
And everyone just keeps moving on, you turn around and find they're all gone
The lights go out one by one, the prodigal son is not coming home
Em D Em
Down at the ferrybridge junction beneath the cooling towers a man stood hitching a ride
Em D
And in the long grass at the verge his son was laid asleep
He said nothing's left to keep us in the city where we come from
Em D
Take us far away from here looking for work and the wishing well
This afternoon the sunlight spilled shadows across the golden hills
They searched us at the border but they're not looking for what we're hiding
They're not looking for what we're hiding
[Refrão]
G D Em
We just want what we cannot have
G D Em
We've driven so far, we can never get back
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke
Telling tales of the road
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke
Telling tales of the road
Tales of the road