Big Parade (Acordes)

Donna the Buffalo

Subida por Clarix

Texto

Desplazamiento

Transportador

Color de Fondo

Herramientas

TAMAÑO

TONALIDAD

+A

+ (F4)

-A

- (F2)

     [Main riff]

    G                       C                        D

e|-----------------------|------------------------|-----------------------|

B|-----------------------|-----------5--------5---|-----------7--------7--|

G|-----------4--------4--|--------5--------5------|--------7--------7-----|

D|--------5--------5-----|-----5--------5---------|-----7--------7--------|

A|-----5--------5--------|--3---------------------|--5--------------------|

E|--3--------------------|------------------------|-----------------------|



[Intro]

|G |G |G |G |C |C |C |C

|G |G |G |G |D |D |D |D



[Verse]

G                                 C                  G

Oh mama, there's a mad man climbing, up the clocktower,

D                                              G

Sing my favorite tunes, about the desperate hour

G                                C                     G

Well you know, I done lost my bag, Forgot all my charms,

D                                        G

Now I raise my voice, and sound the alarm



[Chorus]

G                                  C                  G

We're gonna have, such a big parade, everybody's going

D                                                            G

Yea well really have it made, when the trumpets start to blow



[Verse]

G                                      C                      G

Oh Where, Oh Where, where is the beauty, Im seeing in my dreams

D                                              G

Its just out of sight, Yea its just out of reach

G                                                        C                                G

Yea but somewhere, somewhere, there's a bus thats leaving, Love one strike the magic chord,

D                                                    G

yea weâre off to cleveland, why don't you get on board



[Chorus]

G                              C                          G

And the driver, Is an aparitian, Leader of the cosmic dust,

D                                         G

One more mystic reason, to get on that bus



[Chorus]

D                                                          G

Yea well really have it made when the trumpets start to blow (Repeat)