Ballad Of The Self Loading Pistol

Cifra: Principal (violão e guitarra)

Selo Cifra Club: esta cifra foi revisada para atender aos critérios oficiais da nossa Equipe de Qualidade.

Favoritar Cifra

tom: Bm

E|E|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------||
           Ballad of the Self Loading Pistol-Bruce Springsteen
E|E|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------||
Tabbed by:Nick V.

   F#  G   A
E|-0---3---0---------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-3---3---2---------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|-2---0---2---------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|-4---0---2---------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-2---2---0---------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-x---3---x---------------------------------------------------------------------|


F#  G  F# G

F#     G         F#   G     F#        G                F#  G         
Father, I have come to tell you about something I done
F#                                   G               F#   G                
Well, as the night reared its light head into a baby's sun
F#                        G                                 F#  G                       
We rolled down into the town from where the Black Throats come
                        F#     G                  F#   G                   
And you know there was a robbery, there was a holdup
                   F# G                      F#  G
Oh, there was a shootout, and there was a killing
                          A
And there's blood on my hands
               F#  G  F#  G
Today I killed a man

F#     G         F#   G     F#        G      F#  G         
Well now, sister, you know me well
F#     G         F#   G     F#        G     F#  G         
And you ask me, well, how it was I felt
F#     G         F#   G     F#        G                F#      G         
Well, she had an appetite for loving only a fading beauty could possess
F#     G         F#   G     F#        G                F#  G         
She knew just what she wanted and she wouldn't take less
                          F#  G             F#    G
I figured it was a small town, it was at sundown
                                         F#     G
It was just a small crowd of people around
                             F#     G
Oh, but he wouldn't put his guns down
                          F#    G
No, he wouldn't put his guns down
                             F#    G
Woah, he wouldn't put his guns down
                        A    
Now, his blood's on my hands
                   F#  G  F#    
Today I killed a man

                 G                         D
And papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot
           A         F#                     D
The love song a bullet sings as she whistles
                     A                          F#  G
And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol

F#     G         F#   G     F#        G                F#  G 
Well now, father, I have come to tell you about something I done
F#                                   G          F#   G 
He had a widow running through town screaming
F#                                   G          F#   G 
He had a brother and his tears were streaming
                        F#     G                  F#   G   
Now I'm moving on the border with a rifle on my shoulder
                        F#     G                  F#   G   
'Cause daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot
           A         F#                     D
The love song a bullet sings as she whistles
                     A                          F#  G
And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol
                       F#  G                         F# G
And I just come to tell you that it don't hurt no more
                      F#  G                           F#  G
No, it don't hurt no more 'cause your son, he's an outlaw
                            F#  G
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw
                             F#  G
Yes, your son, he's an outlaw
                            F#  G
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw
                            F#  G
Now, your son, he's an outlaw
                            F#  G
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw
                                A    
Now, his blood feels good on my hands
                   F#  G  F#    
Today I killed a man

RepetirModo teatroVisualização padrão

Fechar Miniplayer

Outros vídeos desta música

Sabe de quem é a composição? Envie pra gente.

6 exibições