Cifras
Knives Of New Orleans

Tom: G

Introdução: G    C9    G    C9    

                          G                                                            C9                                                    G                                                                    C9  
Yeah, I'd give this last wrinkled dollar in my pocket that I earned With a hammer and vice
                             G                                                    C9                                      G                                                                 C9  
If I could undo some things and grow me some wings, fly out of this quarter tonight
                     G                                                            C9                    G                                                                         C9  
Yeah, tonight, every man with a TV is seeing a man with my clothes and my face
                  G                                                                                              C9                                                 G                                                            C9  
In the last thirty minutes I've gone from a person of interest to a full-blown manhunt underway
                                  G                                            C9  
I did what I did, I have no regrets
                                                  G                                                         C9  
When you cross the line, you get what you get
Am                                              D                            G                                      Em  
Tonight, a bleeding memory is tomorrow's guilty vein
Am                                                    D                                            G                                                                      Em  
Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall, screams across the Pontchartrain
Am                                 D                                         G                                 Em  
I'm haunted by headlights and a Crescent City breeze
C                                            D                              C                    D                                      G         C9  
One wrong turn on Bourbon cuts like the knives of New Orleans
                G                                                              C9                                                    G                                                         C9  
I'm a ghost dodging bullets in all of these alleys just looking for my getaway keys
                     G                                         C9                                                      G                                                                                              C9  
Wrapped up in the night, hiding out in plain sight but this grip's getting tight around me
                                             G                                    C9  
Ain't no getting out that I can see
                                          G                                                            C9  
They'll take me dead, if they ever take me
Am                                              D                            G                    G/F#      Em  
Tonight, a bleeding memory is tomorrow's guilty vein
Am                                                    D                                            G                                                    G/F#         Em  
Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall, screamin' 'cross the Pontchartrain
Am                                 D                                         G                    G/F#Em  
I'm haunted by headlights and a Crescent City breeze
C                                            D                              C                    D                                      G         C9  
One wrong turn on Bourbon cuts like the knives of New Orleans
                                          G                                                    C9  
What I wouldn't do for just one more kiss
                                        G                                                                              C9  
I'm all out of time, Honey, it's come down to this
Am                                              D                                                 G                    G/F#    Em  
I'm haunted by your hazel eyes and this Crescent City    breeze
C                                            D                              C                    D                                      G  
One wrong turn on Bourbon cuts like the knives of New Orleans
                                  G      C9  
I did what I did
                                  G      C9  
I did what I did
                                  G      C9  
I did what I did