capo på 4:e bandet

C/Am/Em
go my old hound and find us a place to sleep 
C/Am/Em
it's well about time we rest our weary bones 
C/Am/Em
we've been out here in these woods for days on end 
C/Am/Em
I can hear the trees whisper and wolves our howling for me 

Am/Em
but hey my sweet 
Am/Em
will ya please 
Am
tell me something 
C/Am/Em
that I can believe 

C/Am/Em
I hate how the people use to look at us 
C/Am/Em
two drunken buffoons roaming the streets at night 
C/Am/Em
this is my last night underneath your roof 
C/Am/Em
by this time come next week I'll be on my own




lyssna på skivan så fattar du galoppen. micke