Cifras
My Love Shes In America

Tono: G

Introducción:

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                G      D                                 A    BmA  G  
  Cigarettes in the morning
                        D                                         Bm                              A         G  
  Walking hallways of this strange empty home
                D                                    Bm              A    G  
  Cold whiskey in the evening
                  D                            A  
  Every day now she?s gone.
  D                                              Bm                            A            D  
  Connemara?s on the bus route to Behan
                                                                        Bm                 A         Bm  
  It?s seven days since the last cow died
                                                                                     D                         A            D  
  And when the barley?s gone and three lost women
                                                                          A                              D  
  Like the girls and boys in Rome used to cry.
Bm                                                                            D                         A            Bm  
  Just give me cornbread in the morning so early
                                                                             D                              A            Bm  
  For you took my rags in the fold of your hand
                                                                                        D                            A            D  
  And before you fall just like a feather and linen
                                                                                        A                              D  
  Make sure you?ve taken off that black velvet band.
  D                                                                            Bm                    A                    Bm  
  They say that roving?s like a candle at midnight
                                                                        D                      A         Bm  
  And some take it like the trot of a mule
                                                                                                  D                         A         D  
  But when the road is blind and your own tender lady
                                                                                A                 D  
  You?d take a match to find a firelit fool.
Bm                                                                            D                         A            Bm  
  How come the way?s not like stairs in a castle
                                                                             D                              A            Bm  
  With crimson pictures there to guide you along
                                                                          D                            A            D  
  A gilded bottle with a few draughts inside it
                                                                                        A                              D  
  Makes the lights in the rafters look so strong.
D                                                                              Bm                         A              D  
  When your true love?s gone to run like an engine
                                                                                     Bm                         A         Bm  
  After nine young women with no faces their own
                                                     D                              A            D  
  And in America she spins like a dancer
                                                                             A                                 D  
  With barrel straps and some shoes made of stone.
Bm                                                                                 D                            A            Bm  
  I?d guess the porches there are all clouded over
                                                                                             D                            A            Bm  
  And pipes and fiddles might could use some repair
                                                                                D                      A                 D  
  And all the horses have been broken in stables
                                                                             A                                 D  
  And golden fleeces could be worse for the wear.
D                                                              Bm                      A              D  
  But if you ever come to Clifden by sunset
                                                                Bm                                    A            Bm  
  Just before the Autumn rains touch the shore
                                                                        D                            A              D  
  To stroll along Cleggan?s grey-hooded harbor
                                                             A                            D  
  Cutting hard like the blade of an oar.
Bm                                                         D                                 A                    Bm  
  You take yourself to a hill past the pierline
                                                     D                            A            Bm  
  To find a cabin of whiskey and milk
                                                                        D                         A                 D  
  Where St. Coleman used to ply to his master
                                                                A                    D  
  Like colored linen and mulberry silk.
  G      D                                 A    BmA  G  
  Cigarettes in the morning
                        D                                         Bm                              A         G  
  Walking hallways of this strange empty home
                D                                    Bm              A    G  
  Cold whiskey in the evening
                  D                            A  
  Every day now she?s gone.