Tom: A
Introdução:
A
Well she was standing by my dressing room
After the show asking for my autograph and
A7 D7
asked if she could go back to my motel room
A
But the rest is just a tragic tale
E
Because five short minutes of love
D7 A
Will cost me twenty long years in jail
verse 2
A
Well like a fool in a hurry I took her to my room
A7
She casted me in plaster while I sang her a tune
D7 A
Then I said ooh ooee sure was a tragic tale
E
Because five short minutes of lovin?
D7 A
Done brought me twenty long years in jail
verse 3
A
Well then a judge and a jury sat me in a room
They say that robbin? the cradle
A7
Is worse than robbin? the tomb
D7 A
Then I said ooh ooee sure was a tragic tale
(wasn?t worth it, wasn?t worth it)
E
Because five short minutes of love
D7 A
Will cost me twenty long years in jail
verse 4
A
When I get out of this prison gonna be forty five
I?ll know that I used to like to do it
A7
But I won?t remember why
D7 A
I?ll say ooh ooee sure was a tragic tale
(wasn?t worth it, wasn?t worth it)
E
Because five short minutes of love
D7 A
Will cost me twenty long years in jail
E
Because five short minutes of love
D7 A
Will cost me twenty long years in jail