Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: D
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When I was a kid Un-cle Re-mus he put me to bed
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With a pic-ture of Stone-wall Jack-son above my head
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Then dad-dy came in to kiss his lit-tle man
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With gin on his breath and a Bi-ble in his hand
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He talked a-bout honor and things I should know
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Then he stag-gered a lit-tle as he went out the door
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I can still hear the soft south-ern winds
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in the live oak trees
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And those Wil-liams boys they still mean a lot to me
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Hank and Ten-nes-see
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I guess we're all gon-na be what we're gon-na be
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So what do you do with good ole boys like me
Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
But you ain't afraid if you're washed
in the blood like I was
The smell of Cape Jasmine through the window screen
John R and the wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
with Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head
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When I was in school I ran with a kid down the street
And I watched him burn himself up on Bourbon and speed
But I was smarter than most and I could choose
Learned to talk like the man on the six o'clock news
When I was eighteen Lord I hit the road
but it really dodn't matter how far I go
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Yeah what do you do with good ole boys like me
