A.S. Fanning - Carmelita, аккорды

Вступление [Verse 1] Bm D We walked round G Bm Like zombies in the burying grounds G Bm Like vultures in the sky watch a dying man G In the right city Bm Right on the wrong side of town G A Like ghosts we don't make a sound [Verse 2] Bm D G Bm I kept quite I didn't care to feel your light G Bm And with the black Madonna as my guide G Bm With the wild demon Jesus running by my side G A I didn't care to feel your light [Chorus] Em Oh Carmelita hold me tighter D G Does Mary pray for us? Bm G When we're all strung out on heroin F#7 Bm Sitting down the back of the bus [Verse 3] D Feel no pain G Bm Everything is right as rain G Bm This city seems to know my name G Bm She opens up her legs and opening her vein G A Shines a light for me again [Verse 4] Bm D G Bm Feel no more I do not care to fight that war G Bm In a sordid leather jacket kneeling on the floor G Bm For forty minutes dying and forty years more G A I do not care to fight that war [Chorus] Em Oh Carmelita hold me tighter D G Does Mary pray for us? Bm G When we're all strung out on heroin F#7 Bm Sitting down the back of the bus [Bridge] D A There's pretty girls on the boardwalk tonight D G Pick up your cans of cider boys line up to the right D A They hitch up there skirts they'll drink 'til they fight G A And I won't look away D A All alone and divided we stand D G With the marks of carelessness blackened in our hands D A I don't know no I don't understand G F# But I won't walk away [Verse 5] Bm D G Bm Feel no more I do not care to fight that war G Bm In a sordid leather jacket kneeling on the floor G Bm For forty minutes dying and forty fucking years more G But the rats in the road Bm And the leeches at the door G Bm At eight in the morning man I can't help you score G A I do not care to fight that war [Chorus] Em Oh Carmelita hold me tighter D G Does Mary pray for us? Bm G When we're all strung out on heroin F#7 Bm Sitting down the back of the bus [Chorus] Em Oh Carmelita hold me tighter D G Does Mary pray for us? Bm G When we're all strung out on heroin F#7 Bm Sitting down the back of the bus