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Some I Wrote

Tom: D

Introdução:

D  
Someday when it's all over,
                        G                                 D  
And they come to carry me.
                             Bm  
And you're walkin' slow and    wearin' black
                        Em                                      A  
With the rest of the family.
D  
And the choir stands to sing a song,
             G                                         D  
Make sure it's one of mine.
                        Bm  
I had a few more tunes
I wanted to write,
          Em            A            D  
But I ran out of time.
D                                                            G                                            D  
Some I wrote for money, Some I wrote for fun.
                                             Bm                                            Em                      A  
Some I wrote and threw away, never sang to any one.
D                                                                      G                                                 D  
One I wrote for mama, and a couple still aren't through.
D                                              Bm                                                    Em              A                    D  
I've lost track of all the rest, but the most I wrote for you.
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             D  
That day when it's all over,
                             G                                    D  
And you're settin' all alone.
                     Bm  
They'll come and ask you    what you want.
                     Em                              A  
To have written on my stone.
D  
Tell'em when I was born and died,
          G                              D  
The year and the day,
          Bm  
And if there's room for something more
Em                         A                 D  
Here's what you can say.
D                                                              G                                              D  
Some he wrote for money, Some he wrote for fun.
                                                                                                Em                            A  
Some he wrote and threw away, never sang to any one.
D                                                                                              G                                      D  
One he wrote for his mama, and never finished two or three
D                                         Bm                                                    Em              A                      D  
He lost track of all the rest, but the most he wrote for me
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D                                         Bm                                                    Em              A                      D  
He lost track of all the rest, but the most he wrote for me.