Downtown Vcu

Tim Barry

Tom original: C Capotraste: Sem capotraste Acordes: 3

(início)

C G
F C G
F G C F
C G C

Verse 1

C                                  G                 C                         G
She asked me to dance and then she paused, she was a neighborhood local at her local bar
     F                     G                  C              F
With shoulder length brown hair and an accent I found fairly rare
C                G              C
One part country one part urban thug, total fox

Verse 2

C                     G  C                                   G
I was out of my element, new to the neighborhood and clearly lacking friends
     F             G                  C            F
Just adding to the mess of white ball caps and red keg cups
         C               G       C
Dropping home values and raising rent

Verse 3

C                              G                    C                       G
After the pause things became confusing, she asked "are you a real man or a college student?"
          F            G                C                F
I did not know what to say, I'd started school that very day
         C                 G           C
Which is nothing but a big business I suppose

Verse 4

C                                 G         C                                 G
Right then and there my heart did drop, she turned and walked away without a second thought
              F               G
I should have listened to my dad
                   C               F
When he said "work with your hands not your head
         C                  G                     C
And your billfold will stay full and you won't be paying out debt"

Verse 5

C                          G                        C                G
So men the purpose of this song, is to go ahead and pass my father's wisdom on
          F               G                  C                F
Go on and callous up them hands, learns some knots and turn a wrench
         C                             G          C
Cause in four years there won't be any jobs left, anyway

Verse 6

C                         G
If I'd taken my old man's advice
           C                              G
I might be laid up in the bed beside that fox tonight
           F                 G                      C                    F
Instead my mouth tastes like jello shooters and i'm lurking here on this darn computer
C                   G    C
Well man that's all I've got, goodnight

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