Cifra Club

Trash

Steve Poltz

Cifra: Principal (violão e guitarra)
Selo Cifra Club: esta cifra foi revisada para atender aos critérios oficiais da nossa Equipe de Qualidade.
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[Intro]
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G|-2--2-2------2-2-h-4--4-4-p-2--2-2--| (x2)
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[Verse 1]
         A          A6      Bsus2/A       A6        A    A6   Bsus2/A   A6
It was an evening in Reno                like any other
      D             Bm/D      C#m/D      Bm/D           D          Bm/D      C#m/D   Bm/D
I was putting on my make up          and talking on the phone to my mother
              A          A6      Bsus2/A       A6          A       A6      Bsus2/A   A6
saying I was going off to work,            feeling like a liar and a jerk
      D         Bm/D      C#m/D      Bm/D           D    Bm/D  C#m/D  Bm/D
I hung up that phone         with a heart like a stone
       Bm                    E                 F#m
All the secrets ... we don't tell ... put us in hell

[Verse 2]
         A           A6      Bsus2/A       A6          A              A6      Bsus2/A  A6
I was cooking up some eggs             and tucking my thing between my legs
      D             Bm/D      C#m/D           Bm/D           D          Bm/D  C#m/D  Bm/D
feeling like a big con                as I was pulling up my nylons
    A          A6      Bsus2/A       A6          A       A6  Bsus2/A  A6
I stood in the mirror           and practiced my walk
      D             Bm/D      C#m/D      Bm/D           D   Bm/D  C#m/D  Bm/D
I turned the radio on                and talked my talk
   Bm              E                     F#m
little ... did I know ... tonight I would die

[Verse 3]
           A             A6      Bsus2/A       A6          A         A6  Bsus2/A  A6
It takes a little bit of grease            to make me look pretty
         D          Bm/D      C#m/D           Bm/D           D    Bm/D  C#m/D  Bm/D
and if I practice a bit                 I sound sweet and witty
         A           A6      Bsus2/A       A6          A              A6    Bsus2/A   A6
in my dress and my high heels           I grab my purse and shut the door
      D         Bm/D      C#m/D          Bm/D       D    Bm/D   C#m/D   Bm/D
I might be for sale                but I aint no whore
   Bm              E                         F#m
tonight ... like a cartoon ... I'm off to the bar

[Verse 4]
             A              A6      Bsus2/A       A6          A       A6  Bsus2/A  A6
Well he was standing in the corner           all dressed in black
      D             Bm/D      C#m/D           Bm/D           D   Bm/D  C#m/D  Bm/D
When he looked in my eyes                my heart went slack
         A           A6      Bsus2/A       A6          A       A6   Bsus2/A    A6
and he stared into me              like he could read my soul
      D           Bm/D      C#m/D           Bm/D         D    Bm/D  C#m/D  Bm/D
and he took my outside              for a moonlight stroll
         Bm                 E                   F#m
all the things ...  that we do ... looking for love

[Verse 5]
         A           A6      Bsus2/A       A6          A     A6  Bsus2/A  A6
Well he said he was a singer          from Nashville town
        D          Bm/D      C#m/D           Bm/D       D      Bm/D C#m/D  Bm/D
and his voice was rich                   and deep and brown
         A           A6      Bsus2/A       A6          A    A6  Bsus2/A   A6
and as he pressed against me            he felt so strong
        D           Bm/D      C#m/D           Bm/D     D    Bm/D  C#m/D  Bm/D
but his kiss was as soft               as a country song
            Bm               E                         F#m
and we made love ... in the dark ... in the back of a park

[Verse 6]
         A           A6       Bsus2/A       A6          A     A6  Bsus2/A   A6
When he finished his business           he zipped his pants
        D            Bm/D      C#m/D           Bm/D        D   Bm/D  C#m/D  Bm/D
and he started to scream                   and yell and rant
        A           A6      Bsus2/A       A6          A    A6   Bsus2/A   A6
he said I was a freak                   and it was wrong
         D             Bm/D      C#m/D           Bm/D         D    Bm/D  C#m/D  Bm/D
and that he was gonna kill me               and put me in a song
           Bm                          E                         F#m
he said if people ask I'll say I shot a man ... just to watch him die

[Verse 7]
         A           A6      Bsus2/A       A6          A     A6   Bsus2/A   A6
He said my name is Johnny,                  Johhny Cash
         D             Bm/D      C#m/D           Bm/D           D    Bm/D  C#m/D  Bm/D
and I'm drawn to the devil                 and a magnet for trash
             A       A6      Bsus2/A        A6          A    A6  Bsus2/A   A6
and I'm gonna shoot you                  to protect my lie
         D             Bm/D      C#m/D           Bm/D      D   Bm/D C#m/D  Bm/D
and as he pulled that trigger               I started to cry
       Bm              E                  F#m
and I fell ... in his arms ... just like trash

[Verse 8]
              A           A6      Bsus2/A       A6          A           A6  Bsus2/A  A6
Well when the ambulance came               he was gone like lightning
      D              Bm/D      C#m/D          Bm/D           D       Bm/D  C#m/D  Bm/D
I was trembling in the back              it was so damn frightning
            A           A6      Bsus2/A       A6            A       A6   Bsus2/A   A6
I couldn't gather my breathe              and it started to rain
           D         Bm/D      C#m/D           Bm/D           D     Bm/D   C#m/D  Bm/D
but you can't stop death               when it pulls like a train
          Bm              E              F#m
and I was out ... like a light ... or a song

[Verse 9]
         A               A6      Bsus2/A       A6          A   A6   Bsus2/A   A6
Well my mother held the funeral               and no one came
        D          Bm/D      C#m/D        Bm/D     D   Bm/D   C#m/D   Bm/D
I don't hold any anger                 or any blame
         A           A6      Bsus2/A       A6          A    A6   Bsus2/A   A6
I know that I aint trash              I'm a beautiful soul
      D             Bm/D      C#m/D           Bm/D      D   Bm/D   C#m/D  Bm/D
and Jesus still loves me              with a heart of gold
         Bm              E                  F#m
yeah my Jesus ... says I got ... a heart of gold

[Outro]
         A           A6      Bsus2/A       A6          A   A6  Bsus2/A  A6
It was a evening in Reno                   like any other
      D             Bm/D      C#m/D           Bm/D           D          Bm/D   C#m/D Dm A
I was putting on my make up             and talking on the phone to my mother
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