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Prison Blues

Tom: C

Introdução:

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Am                                                                      C  
These prison blues a standard issue, Even when our shirts ain't blue
F  
We've got shake downs on a daily shanks and ropes she snitches too .
Am                                                                                                    C  
Those bars lockin' down a cell block ,Warden's yellin' down the hall
F  
Was you gonna make my prison thicker?Higher, sharper wall?
Dm                                                                    F  
I lift that hammer, hammer's heavy , and let that fall upon the stone,
C                                                                                            G  
And let that shake these chains that bind me, and build these walls I call my home
Dm                                                                              F  
I've got scars that poorly mended, and I don't seem to fit no more
C                                                                                 G  
Yet I wake myself each morning, just prepare for what's in store
Am                                                                            C  
So tonight it's cold cold as bullets ,Keys walk up and down my tear ,
F  
Tell myself the end is coming soon,To chase away the fear,
Am                                                                              C  
That same fear that's got me drinkin'and put these tracks all down my arm
F  
That same fear's been inside me, ever since I was born
Dm                                                                    F  
I lift that hammer, hammer's heavy , and let that fall upon the stone,
C                                                                                            G  
And let that shake these chains that bind me, and build these walls I call my home
Dm                                                                              F  
I've got scars that poorly mended, and I don't seem to fit no more
C                                                                                 G  
Yet I wake myself each morning, just prepare for what's in store...for me
Freedom's just a distant memory