Cifra de Where The Wild Things Are - Luke Combs
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Primeiro acorde: E 17 acordes identificados
Afinação: E A D G B ETecla: EbCapotraste:
1st traste
[Note] If you can't stretch to the C# note on the A string, here are three easier ways
to play this song:
(320023);
[Chords]
D xx0232
D/C# x40232
G 320003
Gadd#11 340003
Bm x24432
A x02220
A/C# x42220
D/F# 20023x
Em 022000
Asus4 x02230
Asus4/C# x42230
Em7 022030
* - strum once
[Intro]
| D | D/C# D | D | D/C# D |
[Verse]
My big brother rode an Indian Scout
It was black like his jacket
American Spirit hangin' outta his mouth
Just like our daddy
[Pre-chorus]
He kicked started that bike one night and broke mama's heart
He pointed that headlight west
A A/C# A D
Out where the wild things are
[Verse]
N.C. G Gadd#11 G
He'd call me up every couple of weeks
From South California
Talk about the desert and the Joshua Tree
And his pretty girl stories
And how he bought an Airstream trailer and a J-45 guitar
Said, "Little brother, you'd love it out here
A A/C# A D
Out where the wild things are"
[Chorus]
Bm G D A
Oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams
Bm G D A
Oh, the nights ignite like gasoline
And light up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark
A* D
Out where the wild things are
[Verse]
N.C. G Gadd#11 G
I called my brother from the back of that plane
The second I made it
We started drinkin' on the strip in LA
And then it got crazy
[Pre-chorus]
Ended up at a house in the hills with some Hollywood stars
Kissin' on a blonde in a backyard pool
A Bm
Out where the wild things are
[Solo]
| Bm | G | D | A |
[Bridge]
Bm G A
Oh, yeah
Couple iron horse rebels
G
Wild as the devil
I knew I had to move back east
Said goodbye to my brother
At the end of that summer
But I knew he'd never leave
[Chorus]
Bm* G* D* A*
Oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams
Bm G D A
Oh, the nights ignite like gasoline
And oh, them Indian Scouts, man, they're built for speed
And oh, they said he hit that guardrail at half past three
Lit up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark
We buried him out in the wind 'neath the West Coast stars
N.C. D D/C# G
Out where the wild things are
A D D/C# D
Out where the wild things are