The Novelist
Richard Swift
Am
(início)
F E7 I am New York F E7 Tired and weak F F I tried to write a book each time I speak E7 Mother and me F E7 Sister and I F F/E F/Eb F/E F Sunday afternoons still bleed me dry
Chorus 1
Am E Listen to Dylan Am Shut the door E Nobody cares anymore Am E Trying so hard F To craft a rhyme C With nickels and dimes
Verse 2
F E7 I am New York F E7 Ten stories tall F F/E F/Eb F/E F Pull me from my pen before I fall
Chorus 2
Am E Listen to Dylan Am Shut the door E Nobody cares anymore Am E Trying so hard F To craft a rhyme C With nickels and dimes
Bridge
Dm F Bb Maybe mother, she was right: F "love is a waste Bb F It's a pill everyone tastes C C In your mouth"
Verse 3
F E7 I am New York F E7 Tired and weak F F/E F/Eb F/E F Tried to write a book each time I speak
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