The Lucksmiths

The Lucksmiths

Summer Town
nível intermediario
Intro: D A (x2) 

     D                         A 
I’ll drop you a postcard, I’ll pick up my pen 
D                               C#m     Bm 
Miranda Street’s deserted, it’s winter again 
D                            A                   G D 
Give me ten minutes and I’ll paint you a picture 
D                            A 
Of holiday houses where the sun won’t shine 
D                                   C#m       Bm 
And the paint is peeling around the ’vacancy’ sign 
D                        A                     G D 
Where it’s winter forever, whatever the weather 
G                        D 
And these are my autumn years 


     D                         A 
And this is the town where the girl got run down 
D                               C#m                Bm 
Pale sun in the pine trees, her golden hair on the ground 
D                           A                            G  D 
Her body crumpled and I was sick by the side of the road 
              G                                   D 
The sun goes down on the town where the sun never rose 


D A D C#m Bm 
D A G D 

    D                        A 
I’m waiting for December, I’m waiting for September 
    D                            C#m  Bm 
I’m waiting for the tide to come back in 
D                                A               G D 
Give me fifteen seconds and I’ll show you around 
G                      D 
Where I end is where I begin 
G                 D 
There’s nothing inbetween 

D                     A 
Kicking a stone along Miranda Street 
D                         C#m  Bm 
Stepping on cracks in the concrete 
D 
With a head full of loose change 
      A 
And a pocket full of ideas 
G                         A               D     A D A 
I could walk forever and never get out of here 


D                          A 
This is the town where the girl got run down 
    D                          C#m          Bm 
And this is the town where the postman was drowned 
D                                A                  G D 
And this is the town where that foundling was found 
         G                      D 
And the name round his neck was mine 
             G           A       Bm    A 
How could it ever be so cold in summertime? 
        G               A          D 
I’m too young to be so old in Summer Town 
G      D   x4 
Summer Town

Enviado por: Marcos Nagel

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