Travis Randy - Diggin Up Bones, аккорды

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Date: Mon, 27 Jan 1997 12:13:31 +0100
From: Perret Charles 

********************* DIGGIN' UP BONES *********************

written by Paul Overstreet and Al Gore

performed by Randy Travis.


Verse 1:
         
C/G
	Last night i dug your picture out from my old dresser drawer

	I set it on the table and i talked to it 'til four
                                                
F
	I read some old love letters right up 'til the break of bone
             
C/G
                  
G
               
C/G
	Yeah i've been settlin' alone diggin' up bones


Verse 2:
         
C/G
	Then i went to the jewelery and i found our wedding rings

	I've put mine on my finger and i gave yours a flame
                                              
F
	I crossed this lonely bedroom of our recent broken home
                
C/G
                 
G
               
C/G
	Yeah tonight i'm settlin' alone diggin' up bones


Chorus:
         
C/G
	I'm diggin' up bones,i'm diggin' up bones
                                           
G
	Exhuming things that better left alone
             
C/G
                      
F
	I'm resurrecting memories of love that's dead and gone
                
C/G
                 
G
               
C/G
	Yeah tonight i'm settlin' alone diggin' up bones


Verse 3:
         
C/G
	And i went to the closet and i found some things in there

	Like that pretty neglige that i bought you to wear
                                               
F
	And i recall how good you looked each time you had it on
                
C/G
                 
G
               
C/G
	Yeah tonight i'm settlin' alone diggin' up bones


Chorus.
             
C/G
                      
F
	I'm resurrecting memories of love that's dead and gone
                
C/G
                 
G
               
C/G
	Yeah tonight i'm settlin' alone diggin' up bones


Chorus (til end).


Perret Charles-Amir : [email protected]
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Song: The Storms of Life
Artist: Randy Travis

          
D
There's a dirty piece of cardboard
     
G
that reads Montgomery Ward
A
                        
D
taped across the window of my old Ford.
                                  
G
A
 six-pack on the front seat and a box of chicken wings,
A
                                                  
D
    
D7
I'm dialin' 'cross the radio for a song that I can sing

G
I'd better change my wandrin ways,
D
I know I've seen my better days,
A
                              
D
    
D7
always gettin' high when I get low.
        
G
Well, I left my soul out in the rain,
D
Lord, what a price I've had to pay.
A
                                 
D
The storms of life are washin' me away.


An old mail pouch, tobacco sign
fadin' on the barn,
bringin' back sweet memories of Mama's farm/
When love was just a country girl that lived on down the road.
Spoken: you know, she almost had me turned around,
but that was years ago.

I'd better change my wandrin ways,
I know I've seen my better days,
always gettin' high when I get low.
Well, I left my soul out in the rain,
Lord, what a price I've had to pay.
The storms of life are washin' me away.
Yeah, the storms of life are washin' me away.


Howard
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******************* SMOKIN' THE HIVE *******************

written by Byron Hill and J. Remington Wilde

performed by Randy Travis and Clint Eastwood.

Verse 1: (Randy Travis)
         
A
	I was ten years old on my grandpa's farm when it happened
                                                        
E
	After all these years i can still hear grandpa laughin'
              
A
	As he applied that barnyard remedy
            
D
	He passed his wisdom down to me
             
A
                       
E
                     
A
	You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive


Verse 2: (Clint Eastwood)
         
A
	I remember my first crush was on the preacher's daughter
                                                                       
E
	We were smoochin' on the front porch swing that night when he caught her
                   
A
	We weren't expectin' him home until quarter past ten
                  
D
	When the good Lord taught me that lesson again
             
A
                       
E
                     
A
	You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive


Chorus: (Randy Travis,Clint Eastwood)
     
A
             
D
                                        
A
	You don't point your pistol before you check each chamber
                 
E
                                        
A
	And you don't drink no you don't drink when you drive
                  
D
                                    
A
     
F#m
	It's just ordinary common sense to avoid that danger
             
A
                       
E
                     
A
	You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive


Verse 3: (Randy Travis,Clint Eastwood)
         
A
	She rolled into town with rodeo,she was a beauty
                                                       
E
	And that cowboy saw you wink at her,she was a cutie
                      
A
	The sound of jinglin' spurs caught me dead on a run
                
D
	He was fit to be tied and you were under the gun
             
A
                       
E
                     
A
	You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive


Chorus.

                
A
                       
E
                     
A
	No,you don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
        /
	You're gonna get stung boy