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Copper Canteen

Tom: G

Introdução:

                G/D                         G/C#                         G/B  
Honey, don't you be yelling at me
                        G/A                      G              G/F#         Em         G/A  
when I'm cleaning my gun
          G/D                 G/C#                         G/B  
I'll wash the blood off the tailgate
                G/A                      G              G/F#         Em         G/B  
when deer season's done
                  G                                              A72  
We got one more weekend to go
                     G                            G/F#                 Em         G/B  
And I'd like to kill one more doe
Instrumental
G/D                         G/C#                 Em/G                              Em/F#  
G                              G/F#                 A72  
verse 2
                G/D                         G/C#                         G/B  
So I'll shovel the sidewalk again
                          G/A                      G              G/F#         Em         G/A  
'cause you're still in a stew
                        G/D                                 G/C#                         G/B  
I bet the bridge tender's widow won't mind
                          G/A                      G              G/F#         Em         G/A  
that I can't please you
                  G                                              A72  
She's sure got the run of the men
                     G                            G/F#                 Em  
Out here where the pickin's are thin
G/B  
and there's not much to do
Instrumental
G/D                         G/C#                 Em/G                              Em/F#  
G                              G/F#                 Em                                    G/A  
Bridge
Bm  
I woke up last night in the grip of a fright
G  
scared to breathe for I might make a noise
Bm  
This life that we craved so little we saved
G                                                                                 A72  
between the grandparents graves and the grandchildren's toys
verse 3
                                G/D                         G/C#                         G/B  
We grew up hard                    and our children
                          G/A                      G              G/F#         Em         G/A  
don't know what that means
                        G/D                         G/C#                 G/B  
We turned into our parents      before
                          G/A                      G              G/F#         Em         G/A  
  we were out of our teens
                  G                                                      A72  
Through a series of Chevys and Fords
                     G              G/F#                            Em  
The occasional spin round the floor
G/B  
at the Copper Canteen
Instrumental
G/D                         G/C#                 Em/G                    Em/F#Em  
G                              G/F#                 A72  
verse 4
                     G/D                         G/C#            G/B  
Now the big boxes out on the bypass
             G/A                      G              G/F#         Em         G/A  
are shaving us thin
                        G/D                         G/C#                 G/B  
I guess we'll hold on a couple more years
             G/A                                 G              G/F#         Em         G/A  
'til the pension kicks in
                                G                                                      A72  
Then we'll sell all the stock in the store
                     G              G/F#                            Em  
Leave only the lock on the door
G/B  
And wonder what then
Instrumental
G/D                         G/C#                 G/B    G/A  G/B    Em  
  G                            G/F#                 Em         G/B  
Bridge
Bm  
When I wake up at night in the grip of a fright
G  
and you hold me so tight to your chest
Bm  
Then your breath on my skin still pulls me back in
G                                                                                 A72  
'til I'm weightless and then I can rest
Verse 5
                     G/D                         G/C#            G/B  
So if Monsignor should pull you aside
                        G/A                            G              G/F#         Em         G/A  
as you're leaving the church
                     G/D                         G/C#            G/B  
And I'm out on the ice, dropping lines
                        G/A                            G              G/F#         Em         G/A  
for the walleye and perch
                                                             G                                                      A72  
Tell him it's not your job to bring me to the fold
                     G                            G/F#                            Em         G/A  
And I'd rather stand out in the cold
Verse 6
                     G/D                                    G/C#                 G/B  
And honey I know that the woodpile's low
                        G/A                            G              G/F#         Em         G/A  
and you can't close the flue
                     G/D                         G/C#            G/B  
So I'll split up a couple more cords
                        G/A                            G              G/F#         Em         G/A  
'fore the winter time's through
G                                                      A72  
Hold on to your rosary beads
                G                    G/F#                      Em  
Leave me to my mischievous deeds
  G/A  
like we always do
Outro
G/D                         G/C#                 Em/G                              Em/F#  
G                              G/F#                 A72  
G/D                         G/C#                 Em/G                              Em/F#  
A72                 G