Cifras para Violão Roll Bus Roll

Tom:  G

  
A
                                        
E
 
Roll bus roll, take me off
                                                                          
G
 
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
                                                                
D
 
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
                                              
A
 
Roll bus roll, take me up
  
A
                                                  
E
 
Midnight coming on a Monday night
                                                                                  
G
 
I'm gonna go again, because I don't feel right
                                                                            
D
 
Quickpack, knapsack, quicksnack, quicktrain
                                              
A
 
42nd street, Greyhound again
  
A
                                        
E
 
Roll bus roll, take me off
                                                                          
G
 
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
                                                                
D
 
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
                                              
A
 
Roll bus roll, take me up
  
A
                                              
E
 
Old bodegas and old streetlights
                                              
G
 
Harlem looks so warm tonight
                                                                                              
D
 
All those cheap desserts memory hurts, I could die
                                                                                
A
 
I gotta to take 2 Tylenols and close my eyes
  
A
                                        
E
 
Roll bus roll, take me off
                                                                          
G
 
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
                                                                
D
 
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
                                              
A
 
Roll bus roll, take me up
  
A
                                                      
E
 
I wasn't designed to move so fast
                                                                          
G
 
I wasn't designed to have so much past
                                                                                    
D
 
And in my minds eye they all have so much fun
                                                                
A
 
Nowhere to hide, and nowhere to run
  
A
                                                                                          
E
 
And then the sun setting on my youth makes that old shadow get taller
                              
G
 
Oh but its all fine
                                                                                        
D
 
As long as the bus makes the city behind me get
                                              
A
 
Smaller and smaller
  
A
                                        
E
 
Roll bus roll, take me off
                                                                          
G
 
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
                                                                
D
 
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
                                              
A
 
Roll bus roll, take me up
  
A
                                                                
E
 
Two weeks in England, two weeks in town
                                                                          
G
 
Another hundred bucks of medication down
                                                                          
D
 
Another sorry message that I need to send
                                                                          
A
 
And another situation that I have to end
  
A
                                                      
E
 
A midnight coming on a Monday night
                                                                          
G
 
I'm gonna go again I might not be alright
                                                                            
D
 
Its a bitter pill, and it's still the same
                                              
A
 
42nd Street, Greyhound again
  
A
                                                                    
E
 
If I get one seat, I hope it's the window
                                                                          
G
 
And if I get two seats I'll just lie down
                                                                                
D
 
But if I get one seat and it's just the aisle
                                                                                  
A
 
I'll still be asleep before the hundreth mile
  
A
                                                
E
 
And then inside some tiny dream
                                                        
G
 
And inside that somekind of me
                                                                          
D
 
And outside us rolls the bus and the time
                                                                  
A
 
Will go by till inside me I am asleep
  
A
                                        
E
 
Roll bus roll, take me off
                                                                          
G
 
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
                                                                
D
 
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
                                              
A
 
Roll bus roll, take me up