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Beyond Where The Last Buses Run

Tom: D

Introdução:

D  G  D  
A  G  D  
verse 1
                     D      G                                                            D  
Well my shoes are crumbling from my feet
                                A         G                                                                 D  
Still I can choose to embrace victory or defeat
                                     D         G                                                                      Bm  
It's just I'm scared I must have done somebody wrong
                                  A                                         G  
Still I'm prepared to pay the price
                                                                        D  
In another life as another someone
                          G                                            D  
Cause I'm here and then I'm gone
                A                                                 Bm  
But I wont to be gone for long
                                G                                                                                                            D  
It's just I live a little beyond where the last buses run
verse 2
                     D            G                                                            D  
Little children always seem afraid of me
                                                A  
I never done them wrong
                          G                                                              D  
Nor their parents, as far as I can see
                                D                                         G  
I know it's true I ain't too cool
                                                                Bm  
I kinda dress down like tramp
                                A                                 G  
No, it's no excuse not to bathe
                                                                        D  
I know that I smell pretty bad
                        G                                 D  
Well I'm always out of line
                     A                                         Bm  
But I'm just my mother's son
                G                                                                                                            D  
And I live a little beyond where the last buses run
verse 3
                        D         G                                      D  
And it's true      I never had a job
                  A    G                                                                      D  
Unlike you there's no one I have ever robbed
                D  G                                                                            Bm  
I'm a man though they treat me like a dog
                                  A                                 G                                                      D  
I can't understand what it is they are so afraid of
                     G                                      D  
For I'd love to be with you
                  A                                    Bm  
But it just cannot be done
                G                                                                                                            D  
For I live a little beyond where the last buses run
Interlude
D  G  D  
A  G  D  
D  G  Bm  
A  G  D  
G  DA     Bm  
G  D  
verse 4
                        D  G                                         D  
Well the sun is water in my eye
                  A                              G                                                                         D  
And my blues are as blue as the cloudless summer sky
                        D    G                                                      Bm  
And if I knew what tomorrow might bring
                                          A                              G                                         D  
I might throw a noose over a beam & there I'd swing
                                  D  G                                              Bm  
But it ain't mee and even cliches disappear
                                     A                         G                                                                                    D  
I can bare my teeth even while I'm living on the verge of tears
          D      G                                                                                         Bm  
For today there's too much sunshine in the sky
                                                  A                                                            G  
And these tears of grief could be tears of joy
                                     D  
Welling in my eye for the
          G                                 D                                 A                            Bm  
The end is coming soon but it's only just begun
                     G                                                                                                            D  
Where I live a little beyond where the last buses run
                        G                                      D  
Well I'm crank and I'm a crack pot
                A                                                    Bm  
But I ain't a bad son of a gun
                                G                                                                                                            D  
It's just I live a little beyond where the last buses run