Down In The Valley taby ukulele według The Head And The Heart (Chwyty barytonu)

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I wish I was a slave to an age-old trade
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Like ridin' around on railcars and workin' long days
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Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways
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Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways


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Call it one drink too many
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Call it pride of a man
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But it don't make no difference if you sit or you stand
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'Cause they both end in trouble and start with a grin
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Yeah they both end in trouble and start with a grin


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We do it over and over and over again
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We do it over and over and over again

A#Dm
Oh-oh

FFmaj7 
Oh-oh
A#DmFFmaj7
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh

Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh

Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh

A#        Dm
I know there's California, Oklahoma
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And all of the places I ain't ever been to but

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Down in the valley with
Dm
Whiskey rivers
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These are the places you will find me hidin'
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These are the places I will always go
F        Fmaj7
These are the places I will always go

A#
I am on my way
Dm
I am on my way
F          Fmaj7
I am on my way back to where I started

A#DmFFmaj7

Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh

Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
(Continue in background)

One more for the stars and the eyes of the walls
I hear your name...

I saw your face in the crowd and you came out
You saw me walkin'...

You got a sign on the door and it reads to me
Just like the grass and the sun and the...

Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh

Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh

A#Dm
I am on my way
FFmaj
I am on my way
I am on my way back to where I started

California, Oklahoma
And all of the places I ain't ever been to but
Down in the valley with
Whiskey rivers
These are the places you will find me hidin'
A#Dm
These are the places I will always go
A#F
These are the places I will always go

So I wish I was a slave to an age-old trade
Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways