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Tom Traubert's Blues (Four Sheets to the Wind in Copenhagen)
Tone gốc: F
Tom Waits
I've Dm7 got what I G7 paid for C now Dm7 C/E
To go C waltzing MaDm11 thilda, C/E waltzing MaF thilda,
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And C/E everything's broken, and my D7 Stacys are soaking G7 wet
To go C waltzing MaDm11 thilda, C/E waltzing MaF thilda,
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Now the F dogs are barking and the C/E taxi cab's parking
A Dm7 lot they can G7 do for C me Dm7 C/E
I F begged you to stab me, you C/E tore my shirt open,
And I'm Dm7 down on my knees toG7 night
Old F Bushmill's I staggered, you'd C/E bury the dagger
In your D7 silhouette window G7 light
Go C waltzing MaDm11 thilda, C/E waltzing MaF thilda,
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Now I F lost my Saint Christopher C/E now that I've kissed her
And the F maverick Chinamen, and the C/E cold-blooded signs,
And the Dm11 girls down by the G7 strip-tease shows, go
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No, I F don't want your sympathy, the C/E fugitives say
That the Dm7 streets aren't for G7 dreaming C now Dm7 C/E
And F manslaughter dragnets and the C/E ghosts that sell memories,
They want a Dm11 piece of the action G7 anyhow
Go C waltzing MaDm11 thilda, C/E waltzing MaF thilda,
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And you can F ask any sailor, and the C/E keys from the jailor,
And the Dm7 old men in G7 wheelchairs C know Dm7 C/E
And MaF thilda's the defendant, she C/E killed about a hundred,
And she Dm11 follows wherever you may G7 go
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And it's a F battered old suitcase to a C/E hotel someplace,
And a Dm7 wound that will G7 never C heal Dm7 C/E
No F prima donna, the C/E perfume is on an
Old Dm11 shirt that is G7 stained with C blood and whiskey Dm7 C/E
And goodF night to the street sweepers, the C/E night watchmen flame keepers
And goodDm11 night to MaG7 thilda, C too Dm7 C/E F
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