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End Of Time

Tom: C

Introdução: F    

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                  C  
Here I am standing firm,
                     F  
As the ground shakes beneath me,
     C                                                                 F  
I send you away with my own hand.
                        C                                                                    F  
I try and try to remember, that for now it's for the better,
                                     C                                                                              F  
But there's a Southern kind of tragic blowing in.
                  Am                                                                              F  
Oh it feels like the beginning of the end.
                          C              G         Am  
Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky,
                          F                                            C    G  
And the sweet tea wells ran dry,
C                         G                                         Am  
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself,
                          F                                 G              C  
But back home it's the end of time.
     F  
                                        C  
I'm scared to death, pick up your phone,
                  F  
Outside I hear the bells ringing,
                          C                                                                            F  
Bringing ruin to all that we have ever known.
                                     C  
Pick up your phone, I need an answer,
             F  
Come home and call off disaster,
                          C                                                                                         F  
'Cause I fear tonight our Cotton Land might fall.
                     Am                                                                                 F  
Oh I'm cracking like the plaster on the wall.
                        C              G      Am  
Oh the Alabama moon fell from the sky,
                          F                                            C    G  
And the sweet tea wells ran dry,
C                         G                                         Am  
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself,
                          F                                 G  
But back home it's the end of time.
Am  
                        F              C  
It's the end of time,
G                         E                      Am  
Is it the end of all time,
  D                                         G  
Or just the end of mine.
                C                            G                    Am  
Well all of the cotton, it died in the fields,
                                F                                                                                 C    G  
The little babies cried the blue from their eyes,
C                         G                                      Am  
Somewhere I'll bet you're living it up,
                        F                                    G  
So come home before the end,
                                C            G      Am  
Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky,
                          F                                            C    G  
And the sweet tea wells ran dry,
C                         G                                         Am  
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself,
                          F                                 G              C  
But back home it's the end of time.
F    C  
Hey ey ey ey.
F                                                                         C            F  
Come home, come home and be mine,
C                         F  
Come home, come home.
C  
Ooh ooh ooh,
F  
Ooh ooh ooh ooh,
C  
Ooh ooh ooh,
F  
Ooh ooh ooh ooh,
C  
Ooh ooh ooh,
F                                              C  
Ooh ooh ooh oooooh ooh.