Brandi Carlile

Brandi Carlile

Hold Out Your Hand
Composição de (Brandi Carlile/Phil Hanseroth/Tim Hanseroth)
Capo 2 

verse 1 
    E                            A 
I run a lot of miles of life and crime 

Of mountain climbs and quittin' times 
C#m 
Packing that load of lyin' rhymes 
B 
And tired jokes and wooden dimes 
A                     C#m                 B 
I've been everybody's friend, everybody's friend 

verse 2 
             E                         A 
I could lose my house, I could steal a car 

I could serve two masters, living hard 
C#m 
Living like a dog in a cage in a yard 
                                                   A 
With a fist full of cold hard cash and I can't let go 
                        C#m                            B 
The devil can't have my soul, the devil can't get your soul 
                         A 
The devil can't get your soul 


[Refrão]
E A Hold out your hand C#m Take hold of mine now B E(F#) Round and round we go A Don't you wanna dance C#m I'm a dying man B From the moment we began E Hold out your hand A Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da C#m Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da B Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da verse 3 E The hand comes around and the trumpet sounds A And his number calls and the moment he falls B And the haunted halls of man he will understand A C#m He will comprehend, he will not pretend B He will not pretend verse 4 E A When the rain don't fall and the river don't run And the wind takes orders from the blazing sun C#m The devil don't break with a fiery snake A And you handled about goddamn much as you can take C#m B The devil don't take a break, the devil don't take a break A The devil don't take no break
[Refrão]
E A Hold out your hand C#m Take hold of mine now B E Round and round we go A Don't you wanna dance C#m I'm a dying man B From the moment we began E Hold out your hand A Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da C#m Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da B Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da Bridge E Well he came to my door to sell me the fear With some cameras and bullets and tension and C#m Here is a license for killing your own native son A For a careless mistake and a fake plastic gun? C#m B A B (Come on!) E Deliver your brother from violence and greed A For the mountains, lay down for your faith like a seed C#m A morning is coming of silver and light A There will be color and language and nobody wanting to fight C#m What a glorious sight! B What a glorious sight! E A Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da C#m Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da B Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da
[Refrão]
E A Hold out your hand C#m Take hold of mine now B E Round and round we go A Don't you wanna dance C#m I'm a dying man B From the moment we began E Hold out your hand A Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da C#m Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da B Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da E

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