Same Old Song The Lumineers

Same Old Song

The Lumineers

David

151
0:00 2:47
Afinación Estándar (E A D G B E)
Compás 4/4
Tonalidad: E
Cejilla:
Traste 4
Rasgueo 1

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Letra

[Verse 1]
Hey Mama would you pay my rent
Would you let me crash in your basement
Cause anyone of us could make it big
Or could end up dead on the pavement
And if I was to die
                                  Cadd9
If the plane went down and you survived
You ever wondered what your parents meant
When they told you grandma's in heaven
Cause I don't feel it like I did back then
In a black sedan of depression
    F/C
And everyone's alright
                              Cadd9
I could not afford to see the light

[Pre-Chorus]
Cadd9
I    don't know what's wrong with me
  F/C
I killed the mood so naturally
    Cadd9                         G
The guests begin to make me feel alone

[Chorus]
Cadd9
Same old song
            F/C
We sing the same old song
            G        F/C          Cadd9
We sing the same old same sad song

[Verse 2]
Cadd9
     In La Brea where the tar pit’s black
Like a starving mouth for the innocent
You said the boulevard was not that bad
And they jacked the van with the instruments
F/C
In the broad daylight
                                          Cadd9
They popped the trunk and left the keys behind
    F/C
The cops pretend to care
                                Cadd9
I'll never see my mom's guitar again 

[Pre-Chorus]
Cadd9
I    don't know what's wrong with me
  F/C
I killed the mood so naturally
    Cadd9                         G
The guests begin to make me feel alone
    Cadd9
The party has been done for hours
    F/C
I'm laying on the bathroom tile
Cadd9                          G
Spilling all my guts below the throne

[Chorus]
Cadd9
Same old song
            F/C
We sing the same old song
            G
We sing the same old same sad song
Cadd9

[Outro]
Cadd9
Same old song
            F/C
We sing the same old song
            Am       G            Cadd9
We sing the same old same sad song

Compases

[Verse 1]
| Cadd9 | - | -     | - |
| -     | - | -     | - |
| -     | - | F/C   | - |
| -     | - | Cadd9 | - |

Hey Mama would you pay my rent
Would you let me crash in your basement
Cause anyone of us could make it big
Or could end up dead on the pavement
And if I was to die
If the plane went down and you survived
You ever wondered what your parents meant
When they told you grandma's in heaven
Cause I don't feel it like I did back then
In a black sedan of depression
And everyone's alright
I could not afford to see the light

[Pre-Chorus]
| Cadd9 | - | F/C | - |
| Cadd9 | - | G   | - |

I    don't know what's wrong with me
I killed the mood so naturally
The guests begin to make me feel alone

[Chorus]
| Cadd9 | - | -   | - |
| F/C   | - | -   | - |
| G     | - | F/C | - |
| Cadd9 | - |

Same old song
We sing the same old song
We sing the same old same sad song

[Verse 2]
            | Cadd9 | - |
| -     | - | -     | - |
| -     | - | F/C   | - |
| -     | - | Cadd9 | - |
| F/C   | - | -     | - |
| Cadd9 | - |

In La Brea where the tar pit’s black
Like a starving mouth for the innocent
You said the boulevard was not that bad
And they jacked the van with the instruments
In the broad daylight
They popped the trunk and left the keys behind
The cops pretend to care
I'll never see my mom's guitar again

[Pre-Chorus]
          | Cadd9 | - |
| F/C | - | Cadd9 | - |
| G   | - | Cadd9 | - |
| F/C | - | Cadd9 | - |
| G   | - |

I    don't know what's wrong with me
I killed the mood so naturally
The guests begin to make me feel alone
The party has been done for hours
I'm laying on the bathroom tile
Spilling all my guts below the throne

[Chorus]
        | Cadd9 | - |
| - | - | F/C   | - |
| - | - | G     | - |
| - | - | Cadd9 | - |

Same old song
We sing the same old song
We sing the same old same sad song

[Outro]
| Cadd9 | - | - | - |
| F/C   | - | - | - |
| Am    | - | G | - |
| Cadd9 |

Same old song
We sing the same old song
We sing the same old same sad song

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