Cifra de The Plowmans Road - John Fitzsimmons
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[Ponte]
C D G
This aint no town for no old losers;
This town aint no town for old clowns.
This town is just a town for pick-and-choosers
Am C D
Born here and left to hang around.
[Refrão]
I am a plowman in my hometown;
I clear the roads come every snow,
And every street tells me some old story
About everyone I ever seemed to know.
[Verso 1]
I stop sometimes to let the snow fall
Let the road before me disappears;
I lose myself in some old townie memory,
And drop my plow and try to push it clear.
[Verso 2]
I hung with the boys bent on drinking;
I hung with some to share a song;
I hung with a few drawn to thinking
And some who never did belong.
[Verso 3]
Id pick up Joe and Willy up Bristers Hill
And Mendy and Lana off Route Two;
Then Hardy and Muscy by the old mill;
It just seemed like the natural thing to do.
[Verso 4]
C D G
Drews Mustang squealing hell all up Main Street,
C D G
Damons Fury clunking by the bog;
Jeannies Cutlass idling at Great Meadows
Scratching hearts on windows in the fog.
[Verso 5]
I had a other friends for other reasons
C D G
Weren't nothing much about us much the same;
We just lived in the space between the seasons,
Am C D
Sinking in the swamp on Hawthorne Lane.
[Verso 6]
I fell for a girl in Sleepy Hollow
But, we fell out before the month was gone.
I remember her number had two zeroes,
But I cant remember what the hell went wrong.
[Verso 7]
Sometimes I plow out my old house
At the corner of Longfellow Road;
Christ, it seems =half the size that it once was
And the stories twice as big when I was old:
[Verso 8]
This song is too damn long to have an ending.
There aint no final page to turn and close;
Because the roads I plow are long and bending
Id be a fool to think Ill ever know.
[Verso 9]
The roads in the night are empty meadows;
My trucks a lonely plow upon a field;
The headlamps disappear in distant shadows,
And my plow the only sound that I can feel.
[Ponte]
C D G
This aint no town for no old losers;
This town aint no town for old clowns.
This town is just a town for pick-and-choosers
Am C D
Born here and left to hang around.
[Refrão]
C D G
I am a plowman in my hometown;
I clear the roads come every snow,
And every street tells me some old story
About everyone I ever seemed to know.
And every street tells me some old story
About everyone I ever seemed to know.