Tom: B
Introdução: Bb
Bb
Well it bleeds like steak but it isn steak
Cm
I dying for a taste of the genuine fake
Eb
There ain nothing you can shape
From corn and soybeans
Cm
Blue eyed Jesus, billboard babies
Bb
Picking away at a long dead barn finch
Cm
Bones hollow like heritage it
Eb
A feeling you can shake
In a world so mean and
Cm
Mangled up with memory
Gm Bb
How did it go, the one you liked?
Eb Cm Gm
Ba ba... Barbara Ann
Eb Cm Eb Bb
Ba ba... Barbara Ann, don fuck around
Gm
With a Louisville Slugger under
Bb
Your side of the bed
Eb Gm
No one gonna hurt you now
Bb Eb
No one gonna hurt you
Bb
With cherries dropping like
Baby teeth you dropped
Cm
Baby fat you start Making babies
Eb Bb
Dark as death and twice as funny
Cm
Spitting stones at far off lightning
Bb
It strikes like god and it burns like meat
Cm
Like the current in the fence in the singular heat
Eb
It the palm on the line you laid this morning
Cm
The life you chose that sent you reeling
Gm
How did it go, how was it
Eb Cm Gm
Ba ba... Barbara Ann
Eb Cm Eb Bb
Ba ba... Barbara Ann, don fuck around
Gm
With a Louisville Slugger under
Bb
Your side of the bed
Eb Gm
No one gonna hurt you now
Bb Eb Gm
No one gonna hurt you now
Bb Eb Gm
No one gonna hurt you now
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