Jail Guitar Doors

E                                       B 
Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine 
  A 
A little more every day 
        E                     G#m 
Holding for a friend till the band do well 
           B                   E 
Then the D.E.A. locked him away 
E                   A           E 
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors 
E                 A            E 
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor 
E                 A               E 
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son 
E                   A7 
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors 
An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame 
Gave all his money away 
"Well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son" 
And so they certified him insane 
And then there's Keith, waiting for trial 
Twenty-five thousand bail 
If he goes down you won't hear his sound 
But his friends carry on anyway 
Fuck 'em! 
A           E    B  (PLUS C A E ON LAST TIME) 
Jail guitar doors 
54/46 was my number 
Jail guitar doors 
Right now someone else has that number 
 
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Contribuição: rodrigo alan feltrin ferraz([email protected])