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Spin On A Red Brick Floor

Tom: D

Introdução:

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                             D/B                                       D/A 
verse 1
                             D                                           D/C# 
Well, I could use a little spin on a red brick floor
                             D/B                                       D/A 
              In that crazy ol' bar when Tim locks the door
                     D                                                       D/C# 
Where the walls are gonna ring and the strings are gonna bend
                             D/B                                       D/A 
              It's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers again

                             D/B                                       D/A 
verse 2
                             D                                                     D/C# 
          And it's the Blue Ridge mountains at the fall of the night
                             D/B                                   D/A 
                      It sure feels good when you cross that line
                             D                                           D/C# 
                            I'll tip my cup and holler at the moon
                             D/B                                       D/A 
      I'll say-a-great white north, honey, here's to you sleep tight

                             D/B                                       D/A 
Chorus
                                         G                         A7(4) 
                    I've gone crazy on this road
                                         G                         A7(4) 
              With all this trav-elin'   alo-o-one
                                         G                         A7(4) 
                            But the asphalt is burnin' to-n-i-
                             D                                           D/C# 
                          -ight
                             D/B                                       D/A 
verse 3
                             D                                           D/C# 
      Oh, the New England spring's been good to me
                             D/B                                       D/A 
There's been a warmth to lend and good lines to sing
                             D                                           D/C# 
                  But, how I miss my native tongue
                             D/B                                       D/A 
      'Cause New York City sorta brings out the stupids in me

                             D/B                                       D/A 
verse 4
                             D                                           D/C# 
                I've got one more stop down in Tennessee
                             D/B                                       D/A 
                    My sweetheart is there just a-waitin' on me
                             D                                           D/C# 
        Then it's on down the road kickin' East Texas dust
                             D/B                                       D/A 
I'll catch my breath with that hot Houston neon buzzin'

                             D/B                                       D/A 
Chorus
                                         G                         A7(4) 
                    I've gone crazy on this road
                                         G                         A7(4) 
              With all this trav-elin'   alo-o-one
                                         G                         A7(4) 
                            But the asphalt is burnin' to-n-i-
                             D                                           D/C# 
                          -ight

                             D/B                                       D/A 
Verse 5
                             D                                           D/C# 
      Oh, here comes a little spin on a red brick floor
                             D/B                                       D/A 
            It's a crazy ol' bar and Tim's locked the door
                             D                                           D/C# 
                  The wall's are ringin', the strings are gonna bend
                             D/B                                       D/A 
It's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers again

                             D/B                                       D/A 
Verse 6
                             D                                           D/C# 
      And here comes a little spin on a red brick floor
                             D/B                                       D/A 
            It's a crazy ol' bar and Tim's locked the door
                             D                                           D/C# 
                  The wall's are ringin', the strings are gonna bend
                             D/B                                       D/A 
It's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers again