Cifras
Trouble With A Capital T

Tom: E

Introdução:  Em   D   Em   D  

 Em                                       G                                   D                             Bm 
High on the mountain stands a boat, but are they gods or real folk?
       Em                                                 G                                           D                                             Bm 
We can't see the fire but we smell the smoke, who'll take the plough? Who'll be the yoke?
 Em                                     G                             D                             Bm 
Night after night I don't believe, we are the ones you won't deceive.
 Em                               G                               D                         Bm 
Not a thing will you achieve, 'cos we belong and we won't leave.
 Em               G                   D                                                       Bm 
Trouble, trouble, I try to chase trouble but it's chasing me.
 Em               G             D                                     Bm 
Trouble, trouble, trouble with a capital T.

 Em                                     G                           D                         Bm 
Lay down your silver and your gold, I'm a man who can't be sold.
           Em                   G                                           D                               Bm 
And even when my heart grows cold, I'll curse your evil stranglehold.
         Em                               G                                     D                                 Bm 
The waves are running much too high, it's got so dark can't see the sky.
               Em                           G                       D                               Bm 
But a change is coming by and by, a time to laugh, a time to cry.
 Em               G                   D                                                       Bm 
Trouble, trouble, I try to chase trouble but it's chasing me.
 Em               G             D                                     Bm 
Trouble, trouble, trouble with a capital T.

 Em                       G                               D                                 Bm 
Been so long away from home, I almost made this place my own.
 Em                               G                                       D           Bm 
Now it seems I'll soon be gone, moving on and all alone.
 Em                                       G                                 D                               Bm 
High on the mountain stands a boat, but are they gods or real folk?
 Em                                                       G                                           D                                             Bm 
We can't see the fire but we smell the smoke, who'll take the plough? Who'll be the yoke?
 Em               G                   D                                                       Bm 
Trouble, trouble, I try to chase trouble but it's chasing me.
 Em               G             D                                     Bm 
Trouble, trouble, trouble with a capital T.
 Em               G                   D                                                       Bm 
Trouble, trouble, I try to chase trouble but it's chasing me.
 Em               G             D                                     Bm 
Trouble, trouble, trouble with a capital T.