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Аккорды к песне ​Clayton Smalley — His Guitar

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[Intro] 
C F 
……. 
 
[Verse 1] 
    C 
I spend more time with his guitar 
   F         C 
Than I ever did with him. 
Am 
He was on his way out 
 G 
And I was on my way in. 
  F 
I grew up on the stories 
    C        F 
Of the music that he made. 
  C 
Now I follow in his footsteps 
      G        C 
With the Gibson that he played. 
   C 
Granny said her daddy bought it 
    F        C 
At a pawnshop in our hometown. 
  Am 
He’d play it at the rendezvous 
     G 
When the weekend rolled around. 
 F 
She saw my love o’ music 
  C         F 
And passed it down to me. 
C 
Givin’ me a chance 
     G       C 
To carry on his legacy. 
 
[Chorus] 
  F 
His guitar holds a secret                             
Of the first chord that he strummed. 
      C 
And did he sit and pick for hours       
Until his fingers were numb. 
Am 
Was it just a hobby, 
     G       F 
Or did he wanna be a star? 
C 
These are things I wonder 
     G         C 
When I’m playin’ his guitar. 
 
[Verse 2] 
   C 
He *lyrics* in this rosewood 
   F       C 
Long before I was born. 
    Am 
I can almost see his fingers 
    G 
By the way the neck is worn. 
     F 
It’s full o’ cracks and scratches 
  C         F 
Steepenin’ the *lyrics.* 
     C 
When I’m playin’ this old flat top 
     G           C 
I could feel him here with me. 
 
[Chorus] 
  F 
His guitar holds a secret                             
Of the first chord that he strummed. 
      C 
And did he sit and pick for hours       
Until his fingers were numb. 
Am 
Was it just a hobby, 
     G       F 
Or did he wanna be a star? 
C 
These are things I wonder 
     G         C 
When I’m playin’ his guitar. 
 
[Bridge] 
Em 
I’ve had lots of offers 
      Am 
But I’m quick to let ’em know 
 F         C/E 
That no amount o’ money 
 Dm         G 
Can make me let it go. 
 
[Chorus] 
  F 
His guitar holds a secret                             
Of the first chord that he strummed. 
      C 
And did he sit and pick for hours       
Until his fingers were numb. 
Am 
Was it just a hobby, 
     G       F 
Or did he wanna be a star? 
C 
These are things I wonder 
     G         C 
When I’m playin’ his guitar. 
 
[Outro] 
    F 
I spend more time with his guitar 
   F 
Than I ever did with him. 

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