Cifras
Annabelle

Tono: F

Introducción:

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F  C  F  C  F  C  F  C  F  
                                                         C  
That old woman from Dove Creek Colorado,
F                                                                            C  
On her way to see her mom one more time
F                                                      C  
Looking for an answer or some kind of cure
                     F                                                                      G  
For the loneliness she'd had in her heart all her life
                                                                                                C  
You left the hard part up to her, trying to put it all into words
F                                                                              C  
Measuring the miles behind her eyes
F                                                                            C  
Hopin' she don't turn to you, wondering where you're running off to
                                  F                                                                                         G  
If she don't ask no questions you won't have to tell no lies
                    Am                                 Em  
Annabelle, all the stories you tell
             F                                                                      C  
Are about bus stations and trains
                                Am                                 Em  
And all the folks you will never know well
                F                                                                                                                    C  
You remember by the names of the places from where they came
                Am                                                                    Em  
Now I listen like a child, as you recount the trials
        F                                                                                                    G  
Of strangers who are closer than your own kin
                     Am                                                                      Em  
You can leave your coat on, ?cause I know it won't be long
                        F                              G                      C  
Till you slip out the back door again
F                                                                                 C  
Spending all your time in bars, trading smiles for stories of the war
F                                                                                                            C  
In truckstops and motels I know you can't afford
F                                                                 C  
What would I ever do if I heard something happened to you
        F                                                                      G  
Or worse, if I hear nothing at all
                    Am                                 Em  
Annabelle, all the stories you tell
          F                                                                         C  
Are about bus stations and trains
                                Am                                 Em  
And all the folks you will never know well
          F                                                                                                                         C  
You remember by the names of the places from where they came
             Am                                                                    Em  
Now I listen like a child, as you recount the trials
        F                                                                                                    G  
Of strangers who are closer than your own kin
                     Am                                                                      Em  
You can leave your coat on, ?cause I know it won't be long
                        F                              G                      C  
Till you slip out the back door again
Instrumental
C  AmEm  F  G  AmEm  F  C  
F                                                                 C  
Your one of a dying breed who only takes what they need
F                                                                                                                    C  
And leaves the rest to the feast of the fools
F                                                                                 C  
When someone else along the way asks you to stop and stay
F                                                              G  
And tell them a story or two
Verse 5
                                     F                                                                    C  
Tell them the one about the old man from Blue River, Arizona
F                                                                                                                      C  
Who is tall and handsome in spite of his lazy eye
F                                                                    C  
Never found no gold on the trail of old Coronado
                F                                                                                    G  
Spent half of his life waiting on that quittin' time whistle to blow
          Am                                 Em  
Annabelle, all the stories you tell
          F                                                                         C  
Are about bus stations and trains
                                Am                                 Em  
And all the folks you will never know well
                F                                                                                                                    C  
You remember by the names of the places from where they came
                Am                                                                    Em  
Now I listen like a child, as you recount the trials
        F                                                                                                    C  
Of strangers who are closer than your own kin
                     Am                                                                      Em  
You can leave your coat on, ?cause I know it won't be long
                        F                              G                      C  
Till you slip out the back door again
Outro
C  F  C  F  C  Am  Dm  CEm  Am  C  F