Lets Kill Saturday Night
Robbie Fulks
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(início)
D Well a dollar I make G Is a buck I owe D And a 40-hour week G A Leaves 10 to blow
VERSE 2
D But every game in this town G Is just a nickel-and-dime D And when the sun goes down G A It feels like the last time
PD CHORUS
F#m G D So down the main drag we ride with the engines open F#m G A If there's a fire inside, it's the one thing going
CHORUS
D I've got the Mustang loaded G I've got a wrong to right D I've got a little red bullet G A D Let's kill Saturday night. D Knock it out of its misery G Nail that coffin tight D High living that's history G A D Let's kill Saturday night.
VERSE 3
D Well the little man's lot G That’s a prince's life D A prince with a lousy job G A A prince with a working wife
VERSE 4
D Somethin’ in the big frame moved G Oh, it never was so hard D To keep a 20-inch tube G A And a fenced-in yard
PD CHORUS
F#m G D But give me one night with the moon high and the radio pounding F#m G A And, brother, this town's gonna go down kicking and shouting.
CHORUS
D I've got the Mustang loaded G I've got a wrong to right D I've got a little red bullet G A D Let's kill Saturday night. D Knock it out of its misery G Nail that coffin tight D High living that's history G A D Let's kill Saturday night.
CHORUS
D I've got the Mustang loaded G I've got a wrong to right D I've got a little red bullet G A D Let's kill Saturday night. D Knock it out of its misery G Nail that coffin tight D High living that's history G A D Let's kill Saturday night.
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