Аккорды Butch Hancock - Own And Own
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[Verse 1] G He was born way down on the Double Mountain C Fork of the Brazos River Valley G He was a rake and a rambing boy D And he grew up and he married Sally G Died at the ripe old age of eighty C Eight and he ate everybody out of house and G Home and home was the house on the hill D He built by hand then he handed G D G Down to the ones he called his own. [Verse 2] G They layed him down in the Texas dirt C In a Sunday suit and a snow white shirt G And a snow white rose in his right hand D He carried right to the promised land G And he promised them before he died C The land he'd left would be their pride G And joy and, oh boy it was D They cried for joy G D G Just because they had land, land they called their own. [Verse 3] G The eldest son he said the prayers C The eldest daughter climbed the stairs G In the Baptist Church to the choir loft D While the children cried and the pastor coughed G And the coffin shook when the daughter sang C With tears in her eyes and her Texas twang G And when she sang Peace in the Valley D Everybody there and especially Sally G D G Knew they'd lost someone they called their own. [Verse 4] G Now ten years down the road to town C And time had turned the tide around G And all around the undertaker D They saw Sally go to meet her maker. G And though the proper tears were cried C Things had changed way down inside. G With fancy cars and diamond rings D The kids just had too many G D G Things to call their own. [Verse 5] G Now one son drives a long limousine C And another one's pumping that gasoline G One daughter don't do nothing at all D But talk to the walls in Wichita Falls G While the governor governs and the gambler gambles C and the young girl cries and the young man rambles G And the men all talk about the women and the weather D And the women all talk about they can't get together G D G With the men, the men they call their their own.
Но если и музыка нас оставит, что будет тогда с нашим миром? (Гоголь)
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