Acorde de Junkyard - Zac Brown Band

Letra de Junkyard

This is how I play the intro/first verse when I play acoustic:
                                let the A and G strings ring.

And I have lived in a junkyard, where the weeds eat up the rain
You get anything there, you are out of place
You know there's hell to pay
          F          C                G
And say, "You're are sick, as you are lovely
F      C         G
And in need of a hand"
F            C             G
He tells me, you are never worthy
          F      C                     F        C
But I was just a child you see, that's my reality

He had a sick little girl, dirty and harmed with a breast plate made of metal
She drives all day in a rusty Buick, feet don't reach the pedals
Got a jar of flies, a fathers disguise, where his heart should be
A mouth is sown together, she screams with those eyes!
And he says, "She's as sick, as she is lovely
and in need of my hand"
He tells her, you are never worthy
She was all alone you see, that was her reality... yeah

Shoulda been sleepin, shoulda been dreaming, but I wake up to broken glass
We want more, an empty desk, in my homeroom class
I got an old bone pocket knife, tight in my right hand to save my poor mother, from the 
junk yard man!
And I say, "he's is sick he is not lovely
And in need of a hand"
And he will know he's not worthy
As he dies alone you see, that's his reality

I'm not sick, I am lovely, and hatred is the curse of man!
And I will not feel unworthy
Cause I've washed my hands you see, that's my reality

Letra subida por: Anónimo

Discos en los que aparece este acorde: Jekyll + Hyde

El acorde de Junkyard de Zac Brown Band es una versión de la canción original realizada por colaboradores/usuarios de Coveralia.

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