Tom: C
Introdução:
C
is it ever gonna not
G
be so hard to see you around
am i really, really, really, really gonna have to
C
really gonna have to, really have to leave town (woo)
i mean i called upon a bunch of angels
G
calling "angels, aint you supposed to come and take away these blues?
i mean we've came upon a bunch of rabies
C
and there isn't nothing all us little animals can do
G
with all five kinds of reins and all nine kinds of thunderings
or eighteen white horses if won't none of them come to me"
F
don't plant no more feet, love, in that garden of blame
G
don't break me no more, love, i'm already tame
is it ever gonna stop