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Hey Jack Kerouac ( ) ‒ Gítar- og Ukulele grip - GuitarParty.com
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[E]Hey Jack Kerouac I think of your [Esus4]mother
And the [G#m7]tears she cried She cried for none [Asus2]other
[E]Than her little boy lost in our little world[Esus4] that hated
And that [G#m7]dared to drag him down
W[A]ho chose his words from mouths of
[B]Babes got lost in the woods
[A]They all spoke through you
[E]Hey Jack now for the tricky [Esus4]part
When you[G#m7] where the brightest star W[Asus2]ho were the shadow
[E]Of the San Francisco beat boys You[Esus4] were their favorite
Now the[G#m7]y sit and rattle their bones
And think of[Asus2] their bloodstone days
W[A]ho chose his words from mouths of
[B]Babes got lost in the woods
[A]They all spoke through you
[B]    [E]    [B]    [E]    [B]    [E]
[E]Allen baby, why so jaded [Esus4]
Have t[G#m7]he boys all grown up And their[Asus2] music faded
[E]Billy, what a saint they've made y[Esus4]ou
Just like[G#m7] Mary down in Mexico
On all so[Asus2]uls day
[A]You chose your words from mouths of
[B]Babes lost in the woods
[A]Cool junk booting madmen
[A]In Harlem howling at night
[B]    [E]    [B]    [E]    [B]    [E]
[Asus2]What a tear stained
shock of the wor[E]ld
You've gone [D6]away without sayin
Hey Jack Kerouac I think of your mother
And the tears she cried She cried for none other
Than her little boy lost in our little world that hated
And that dared to drag him down
Her little boy courageous
Who chose his words from mouths of
Babes got lost in the woods
They all spoke through you
Hey Jack now for the tricky part
When you where the brightest star Who were the shadow
Of the San Francisco beat boys You were their favorite
Now they sit and rattle their bones
And think of their bloodstone days
Who chose his words from mouths of
Babes got lost in the woods
They all spoke through you
Allen baby, why so jaded
Have the boys all grown up And their music faded
Billy, what a saint they've made you
Just like Mary down in Mexico
On all souls day
You chose your words from mouths of
Babes lost in the woods
Cool junk booting madmen
In Harlem howling at night
What a tear stained
shock of the world
You've gone away without sayin
Guitar (EADGBE) Ukulele (GCEA)
C C# D Eb E (upprunaleg) F F# G Ab A Bb B
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En... Ég kann bara G,C, og D?
Ekkert mál! Sláðu einfaldlega inn hljómana sem þú kannt hér að neðan, aðskilda með kommu, og við sýnum þér hvaða lög þú getur spilað! Til dæmis: G,C,D (Best er að nota grunnhljóma)
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