Cifras
High Lonesome Sound

Tono: A

Introducción:

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                                             Am7  
So the ambulances came
                                        Dm                                                         G  
They took your pulse and packed up your things
                                        Am7  
And the papers read
                          C                                                                 G  
Some boys forget what the heart it brings
                                                                     Am7  
And the pounding in the street
                        Dm                                              G  
Was your heart in four four time
                                                  Am7  
And the taste of defeat
                          C                    G                                 F/E              G/E  
Was was never too far from your mind
             Am                                 F/E                                         C                                    G  
And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
                        Am                            F/E                                            C                      G  
I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis
                          Am                                                      F/E                                    C                                    G  
And in my head there's all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands
                        Am                            F/E                                 C              G  
I always kinda sorta wish I'm someone else
Verse
                             Am7  
So gravity came
                                     Dm                                                                 G  
And stole the temple that the schoolboys praised
                                                          Am7  
And the crowd shuffled in
                                        C  
You're getting drinks for the same boys
        G                                                         Am7  
Who once bought you everything
                                                                        Dm  
And the patter on the bar
                                             G  
Was just this one time
                                     Am7  
The patter on the bar
                                     C  
Was just this one night
G                            F/E      G/E  
Only to get by
             Am                                 F/E                                         C                                    G  
And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
                        Am                            F/E                                            C                      G  
I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis
                          Am                                                      F/E                                    C                                    G  
And in my head there's all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands
                        Am                            F/E                                 C              G  
I always kinda sorta wish I'm someone else
Bridge
Am7                                                                 C                    G  
There were Southern accents
                             Am7                                              C            G  
On the radio As I drove home
                             Am7  
And at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
                                C                                                         G  
It's a pretty good song Maybe you know the rest
Am7                            C                                 G  
Maybe you know the rest
             Am                                 F/E                                         C                                    G  
And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
                        Am                            F/E                                            C                      G  
I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis
                          Am                                                      F/E                                    C                                    G  
And in my head there's all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands
                        Am                            F/E                                 C              G  
I always kinda sorta wish I'm someone else
                          Am                                         F/E  
When our boots they hit the ground
                                C                                            G  
They made a high and lonesome sound 3x
                          Am                                         F/E  
When our boots they hit the ground
                                C                    G                                         Am  
They made a high a high and lonesome sound