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John Vanderslice - Heated Pool And Bar - аккорды и текст, видео

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Авторы текста: John Vanderslice
Heated Pool And Bar
John Vanderslice

Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2005 13:43:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dale Morris 
Subject: v/vanderslice_john/heated_pool_and_bar.crd

Heated Pool And Bar

By John Vanderslice
from the album Cellar Door

Tabbed by Dale W. Morris (  This
work is my original interpretation of the song. 
Please distribute and modify freely 

Tuning: Eb (Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb)

Chords used:

G7M  	320002
C7M  	x32000
Am	x02210
F	133211
C	x32010
C/B	x20010

Intro: G7M   C7M   x 4

Verse 1:

G7M     C7M     G7M     C7M  
     my cousin    is in columbia
Am                    G7M  
     hunting down the rebels
     F                                  G7M     C7M  
over fields of bright and shiny coca oh
G7M           C7M  
     over the jungle floor
Am                 G7M  
     one-handing a 32
         F                                       G7M  
he says: bring her down low now, I'm ready to go
G7M                C7M  
      hunt kids in camouflage
Am              G7M              
      rain down bullets in flight 
F                                         Am     G7M  
   white light barefoot boys run for your lives.

Chorus 1:
        C        C/B     Am
but you can't be nice
you put your gun to their head
        F                       Am     G7M  
and you pull back the pin ohohowoh

        C        C/B
and you can't be good

Intro 2

Verse 2:

my friend is based in afghanistan
he goes from cave to cave and pulls the trigger
at the first sight of a man

it's total anarchy
shooting tracer bullets at night
a high and holy patrol into poppy fields

Chorus 2:

but you can't be good
you hold up the bloody knife
and let it shine in the sun
you gotta be everywhere

Verse 3:

I'm a guard in guantanamo
I bring the prisoners in
the hoods come off and torture slowly begins

the screams I've overheard
it'd fuck up a weaker man
but I'm cold, I'm so untouchable

Chorus 3:

and you can't be nice
I got a flak jacket
on my soul with me tonight
and you can't be good

Intro 3


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