2 acessos
D A E A [Verse 1] A E7 A A-rovin' on a winter's night E7 D A And a-drinkin' good old wine, A D A F#m Thinkin' about that pretty little girl, F#m A E7 A Thats broke this heart of mine. [Verse 2] A E7 A She is just like a butter rose, E7 D A That bloomed in the month of June. A D A F#m Or like some musical instrument, F#m A E7 A That's just been lately tuned. [Instrumental] A E7 A A E7 D A A D A F#m F#m A E7 A [Verse 3] A E7 A Perhaps it's a trip to a foreign land, E7 D A A trip to France or Spain, A D A F#m But if I should go ten thousand miles, F#m A E7 A I'm a-comin' back again. [Verse 4] A E7 A And it's who's a-gonna shoe your poor little feet, E7 D A Honey who's a-gonna glove your little hands? A D A F#m Who's a-gonna kiss your sweet sweetlips, F#m A E7 A Tell me, who's a-gonna be your man? [Verse 5] A E7 A I'll love you till the sea runs dry, A E7 D A And the rocks all melt in the sun. A D A F#m I love you till the day I die, F#m A E7 A Though you will never be my own. [Verse 6] A E7 A A-rovin' on a winter's night E7 D A And a-drinkin' good old wine, A D A F#m Thinkin' about that pretty little girl, F#m A E7 A That broke this heart of mine.