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Bones - WhiteTrashMidwesternTown

Capo:1
  B; A; B


1)Перебор (играется 1-ый куплет)

E--------------0-------------------------0-------------
B------------------------------------------------------
G--------6--------6-----6----------4--------4-----4----
D-----6-----6--------6----------4-----4--------4-------
A--4-------------------------2-------------------------
E------------------------------------------------------

E--------------0-------------------------0-------------
B------------------------------------------------------
G--------2--------2-----2----------4--------4-----4----
D-----2-----2--------2----------4-----4--------4-------
A--0-------------------------2-------------------------
E------------------------------------------------------


2)Бой восьмерка поделенная на две часи (играется припев и 
2-ой куплет)


[Куплет]

C#m           B
 You used to say, 
             A
When I was down

There's more 
    B
To life outside this, 

C#m
 White trash 
     B
Midwestern town
A                 B
 You birthed the spark 

In my brain


Said it'd be sunny, 
But that night it rained
Wet shoes as I 
Stepped on the plane

Found my seat 
And closed the window shade
I fell asleep 
And then awoke to a shake

I overheard like they 
Spoke my name
The captain said, 
"It'll be a task to make it

To LAX 
With a storm like this
We'll try our best," 
He said with a nervous grin

You could hear the breath, 
You could see the face
Of a man who'd cut the tension 
If his hands didn't shake

He's got a wife, two girls, 
And a home on the ground
And the most disturbing part 
Is they don't know it's going down

The most disturbing part 
Is they don't know it's going down

The most disturbing part 
Is they don't know it's going down

[Припев]
C#m               B
 I'll paint the sky 
         A    B
You're flying
C#m              B
 Tired of the Earth 
    A         B
Of lying

C#m           B
Lowering my eyes 
     A        B
To see you
C#m               B
Telling all the lies 
   A          B
To be with you

[Куплет 2]

    C#m
But not in the fire 
     B
And not in the crash
        A
The weather, the storm, 
              B
You say will land intact


It's when he goes home 
That it becomes real
There's a small part of him 
That resents the wheels

He hates the wings 
And the bolts that hold them
Together like promises 
They never told him

He thinks they deserve 
The same life that he had
He wished the fucking engine 
Would've blown to pieces