Cifras
Part Of The Machine

Tom: A

Introdução:

dificuldade
difícil |||||
                              Am    G    Am    C    G    Em  
                                     Am                         G                                    D              Am  
             Verse 1    Everybody's jumping on the circus train
                                                  G                      D                                 G                      D            Dm  
                                     Well some jump high and some jump off again
                                     Dm                                                         C                                 Am            G  
                                     And the razz-ma-tazz is rolling women folk unveiled
                                                                          Am                    F                      G  
                                     All truths to light all cross his name
                                                  Em  
                                     Even high where the eagle circles
                                                                        D                                                 C  
                                     Well you can taste tail feathers team
                                                Am                                                    D  
                                     But wonders, am I still a free bird
                                                                G                            Am  
                                     Or just a part of the machine
                                     Am                                                 G                                      D                    Am  
             Verse 2    We hitched the cover wagons from the rule out west
                                                          G                              D                                         G              D            Dm  
                                     All the picks in the pockets of their sunday best
                                     Dm                                                      C                         Am                            G  
                                     Shaking hands, kissing babies for all of their worth
                                                                                                     Am                              F                            G  
                                     Oh, they'll promise you gold, Promise everyone an earth
                                                                  Em  
                                     Still that old bald eagle circles
                                                                        D                                                 C  
                                     It's not the first and that he's seen
                                                  Am                                                            D  
                                     His reflection in the eyes of innocence
                                                                                                          G                            Am  
                                     His becoming just another part of the machine
                                     D                            Am  
                                     Part of the machine
                                          F                                 C                         G  
             Chorus      I wish I had an eagle like you
                                             F                 G  
                                     To look up too
                                                                             C                    D                    G      D         G  
                                     He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky
                                                                        C            Em  
                                     Up Above the whole machine
                          Am    G    Am    C    G    Em  
                             D  C      Am      D  C      Am      D  C      F                Am      D  C  
                                     Bm    Em    F#      Bm    Em    F#      Bm    Em    F#      Bm    Em    F#  
                                     Bm    Em    F#      Bm    Em    F#      Bm    Em    F#      Bm    Em    F#  
                                     Dm    Gm    A         Dm    Gm    A         Em    Am    B  G7    D  
                                     Cm  Eb  F  Eb      Cm      Bb    Gm    Cm  Eb  F  Eb      Cm      Bb    Gm  
                                     Cm  Eb  F  Eb      Cm    Fm    G         Cm    Bb      Eb    Db    Am  
                                     G                            Am                 G                            Am  
                                     Part of the machine, Part of the machine
                                     Am         G                                                    D                      Am  
             Verse 3    Smart guys out running the whole man tribe
                                     G                      D                                                 G              D              Dm  
                                     Up in the mountains where the eagle    flies
                                     Dm                                            C                      Am      G  
                                     Wouldn't take that job offer on a plate
                                                                                                     Am                    F                    G  
                                     You got to fly with the eagle and he won't wait
                                                          Em  
                                     Looking Down on the smoke on the factories
                                                                D                                      C  
                                     Until the truth creeps up unseamed
                                                             Am                                                                                 D  
                                     They see themselves in the faces of their children
                                                                                                                                        Am  
                                     And realize they too are part of the machine
                                     G                            Am  
                                     Part of the machine
                                          F                                 C                         G  
             Chorus      I wish I had an eagle like you
                                             F                 G  
                                     To wake up too
                                                                             C                    D                    G      D         G  
                                     He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky
                                                                                C                              Em  
                                     He'll let me be part of the    machine
                                     G                            Am                 G                            Am                 G                            Am  
                                     Part of the machine, part of the machine, part of the machine
                                     G                              Am                 G                              Am  
                                     Part of your machine, part of your machine