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Spin On A Red Brick Floor

Tom: D

Introdução:

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                                     D                                                         D/C#  
                                     D/B                                                    D/A  
                                     D                                                         D/C#  
                                     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                                                         D/C#  
                                     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                                                         D/C#  
                                     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                                                         D/C#  
                                     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                                                         D/C#  
                                     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  
                         D/A                                    D                                                         D/C#  
                                     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                                                         D/C#  
                                     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
                                     D                                                         D/C#  
                                     D/B                                                    D/A  
                         D/A                                                    D