Tom: A
Introdução:
Am7
Drink away the rest of the day,
Am6
Wonder what my liver would say,
Dm7 Am
Drink, It's All you can.
Am7
Blackened days With their bigger gales,
Am6
Blow in your parlor to discust the day,
Dm7 Am
Listen that's all you can.
C G
Ah but don't, no don't sink the boat,
Dm Am
That you built, you built to keep afloat,
C G
Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat,
Dm
That you built...
Am7
Sick and tired of what to say,
Am6
No one listens anyway,
Dm7 Am
Sayin'... that's all you can.
Am7
Rambling years of lousy luck,
Am6
You miss the smell of burning turf,
Dm7 Am
Dream... that's all you can.
Am7
Singled out for who you are,
Am6
Takes all types to judge a man,
Dm7 Am
Feel... that's all you can.
Am7
Fill your sense with biggest ears,
Am6
Hide behind their own worst fears,
Dm7 Am
Live... that's all you can.
F Am
It's all you can
F Dm Am
It's all you can... do.
Am7
No matter where i put my head,
Am6
I wake up feeling sound again,
Dm7 Am
Breath... it's all you can.
Am7
Tomorrow smells of a lester cade,
Am6
Reach the bowls but glooming frame,
Dm7 Am
Be thankful... that's all we can.
C G
Ah but don't, no don't sink the boat,
Dm Am
That you Built, you built to keep afloat,
C G
Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat,
Dm Am
That you built... you built to keep afloat.
C G
Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat,
Dm
That you built... that you built to keep afloat.
Am
a ripe old age
C
a ripe old age with fiddle playing RIFF1
Dm
a ripe old age
Am
that's what I am
Am
a ripe old age
C
a ripe old age with fiddle playing RIFF2
Dm
a ripe old age
Am
just doing the best I can
RIFF1...
Am
a ripe old age
C
a ripe old age RIFF1
Dm
a ripe old age
Am
that's what I am
Am
a ripe old age
C
a ripe old age RIFF2
Dm
a ripe old age
Am
just doing the best I can
Até o Final.