Тональность: Bb major
Verse 1
G
Am
G
C
My big plans
were a -soaring,
yesterday would be the day
F
The morning I pulled into Music City,
C
USA
F
The folks back home in Tulsa
C
said I had just what it takes
D
G
But it won't be long and I'll be on my way
C
I said good morning gentlemen
and picked up my guitar
F
Expecting them to say
C
that I would soon be going far
F
The only rise I noticed
was the smoke from his cigar
C
G
C
He turned to me and this he had to say
F
Mister, we've got ten thousand pickers
G
C
A songwriter under every rock
G
C
We've got singers a -singin'
F
And guitars a -twangin'
G
C
And heaven only knows where it'll stop
Am
G
C
I knocked on every door
I found on 16th Avenue
F
I dropped in every name
C
I'd ever read in the who's who I said
F
I know big Harlem, old Hank,
and there's Tom T
C
D
But nothing changed the
G
way they looked at me
C
Last night I dreamed I passed away
And heaven was my fate
F
And there was old St. Peter
I could see him plain as day
C
F
He said, leave your name and number
With the girl out at the gate
G
C
these words I heard him say
G
C
Mister, we've got
F
ten thousand pickers
G
C
G
A songwriter under every rock
C
We've got singers a -singin'
F
And guitars a -twangin'
G
And heaven only knows where it will stop
C
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