Текст песни Cracker - kerosene hat | guitar chord и Mp3
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From: vetters@vax1.elon.edu (Steve Vetter)Kerosene Hat - CrackerTabbed by Steve Vetter [vetters@vax1.elon.edu]C GHow can I fly with these old donkey wingsDwhile the magfire [?] sings Csome shiny songC Gold cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to meDin the elevatorEm D CEverything seems like a dreamEm Life`s a screamHere come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxeda`courting his girlcome clattering in here on your old cloven skateswith the devilish spoon [?]Everything seems like a dreamAnd life`s a screamwhen you`re submarine[anyone got the solo?]So don`t you bother me death with your leathery waysand your old chaise loungea wickerman`s [?] fence of leathery tiresand the cooks gone bad, started several firesEverything seems like a dreamwhen your submarineHead like a stream, she says softly to mefrom the rattling chairbring me a steak and my old pair of crowsmy medicine lampEverything seems like a dreamLife`s a scream[some whispered stuff I can`t make out] +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ I Steve Vetter I I`m not the same I I vetters@vax1.elon.edu I As I was long ago I I Elon College I I`ve learned some new things I I Love School of Business I And I hope that it shows... I I Alpha Kappa Psi I - Neil Young I +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+>From: vettersj@mindspring.com (Steve Vetter)>Subject: CRD: Kerosene Hat - Cracker>Date: Fri, 4 Oct 1996 19:49:00 -0400Kerosene Hat - CrackerTabbed by Steve Vetter [vettersj@mindspring.com]09.28.96 I have cleaned this file up a bit. Someone mailed me the chords a couple of years ago and now I am updating the file.Em CHow can I fly with these old doggy wingsGwhile the magfire [?] sings Dsome shiny songEm C old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to meG Din the elevatorEm D CEverything seems like a dreamALife`s a screamG---0--2--4--------D--------------2---Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxeda`courting his girlcome clattering in here on your old cloven skateswith the devilish spoon [?]Everything seems like a dreamAnd life`s a screamwhen you`re submarine[anyone got the solo?]So don`t you bother me death with your leathery waysand your old chaise loungea wickerman`s [?] fence of leathery tiresand the cooks gone bad, started several firesEverything seems like a dreamwhen your submarineHead like a stream, she says softly to mefrom the rattling chairbring me a steak and my old pair of crowsmy medicine lampEverything seems like a dreamLife`s a scream[some whispered stuff I can`t make out]