Cifras
Nathan La Franeer

Tono: G

Introducción:

dificultad
fácil |||||
 Gm  Dm  Gm  Dm 
verse 1
 Gm                                                                 Dm 
I hired a coach to take me from confusion to the plane
                               Cm                                                                   G 
And though we shared a common space I know I'll never meet again
           Gm                                                               Dm 
The driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rear-view mirror
       Cm                                                                             G 
I read his name and it was plainly written Nathan La Franeer
       Gm 
I asked him would he hurry
                   D 
But we crawled the canyons slowly
                           Dm 
Through the buyers and the sellers
                             C                                                         G       C 
Through the burglar bells and the wishing wells
             Gm                             Bb       D7 
With gangs and girly shows
                           Gm 
The ghostly garden grows
verse 2
           Gm                                                               Dm 
The cars and buses bustled thru the bedlam of the day
                                     Cm                                                                     G 
I looked through window-glass at streets and Nathan grumbled at the grey
       Gm                                                         Dm 
I saw an aging cripple selling Superman balloons
                     Cm 
The city grated through chrome-plate
                                       G 
The clock struck slowly half-past-noon
                           Gm 
Through the tunnel tiled and turning
             D                                                         Dm 
Into daylight once again I am escaping
Once again goodbye
                 C                                   G  C 
To symphonies and dirty trees
             Gm                                   Bb  D7 
With parks and plastic clothes
                           Gm 
The ghostly garden grows
verse 3
           Gm 
He asked me for a dollar more
           Dm 
He cursed me to my face
                           Cm 
He hated everyone who paid to ride
               G 
And share his common space
       Gm 
I picked my bags up from the curb
             Dm 
And stumbled to the door
                 Cm 
Another man reached out his hand
                   G 
Another hand reached out for more
               Gm 
And I filled it full of silver
                 D 
And I left the fingers counting
                   Dm 
And the sky goes on forever
                     C                                           G  C 
Without meter maids and peace parades
               Gm                           Bb  D7 
You feed it all your woes
                           Gm 
The ghostly garden grows
             Gm                           Bb  D7 
You feed it all your woes
                           Gm 
The ghostly garden grows