Purple Gas Noeline Hofmann

Purple Gas

Noeline Hofmann

MelodyMike

80
0:00 3:17
Accordage Standard (E A D G B E)
Signature rythmique 6/4
Tonalité: C
Capo:
Case 5
Rythmique 1

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Paroles

[Intro]
| G - C | G - - | - - - | Am G - |
| - -

[Verse 1]
G                     C         G
I've got plates for a purple gas
                    C  G
About the only break I catch
                     C   G
But I am not the kind of man
                         C          G
To blame the dealer on a losin' hand
                 C        G
Have a lone star in my eye
                            C      G
The darker the sky the brighter it shines
                    C          G
Pumpjack checks and baler twine
                    C      G
A ton of grit or maybe it's spite

[Chorus]
    Am                             C
And if I weren't a flatland boy I'd say I have a hill
  Am                               C
A hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me
killed
   Am                                        C
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his
pride
   Am                             C
Maybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boy

[Verse 2]
  G                C         G
I hammer down, hair straight back
                         C            G
World blurs past tell me how's it that
                 C   G
My horizon line's static
                      C         G
I guess at least it's a sure bet
                        C             G
Was taught to not throw the first fist
                                 C         G
But if you take a hit finish that sum bitch
                           C            G
In a life havin' the upper hand's a myth
                                   C               G
You're only fighting chance is too stubborn to quit

[Chorus]
    Am                             C
And if I weren't a flatland boy I'd say I have a hill
  Am                               C
A hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me
killed
   Am                                        C
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his
pride
   Am                             C                 G
Maybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boy

[Bridge]
                       G | - C G |
| - - - | - - Am | G - - | -

[Verse 3]
G                  C         G
Retired rail ties, pointnine wire
                    C       G
Neighbor kid on the fencing pliers
                 C        G
Fargo that turns over fine
                      C            G
At forty below if you cuss it right
                  C    G
A sly thumb of Rye sometimes
                           C    G
Keep a bottle hid with the BioMycin
You can dull the edge,
       C          G
you can look ahead
          Am                       G
But can't get there, it goes on forever
       Am              G
Oh, it just goes on forever
              Am
You keep your head down,
              G   C
it goes on forever

[Outro]
G    G                       C         G
 But I’ve got plates for a purple gas
                      Am        G
I've got plates for a purple gas

Mesures

[Intro]
| G - C | G - - | - - - | Am G - |
| - -

[Verse 1]
      G | - C G | - - C | G - - |
| C G - | - C G | - - C | G - - |
| C G - | - C G | - - C | G - - |
| -

I've got plates for a purple gas
About the only break I catch
But I am not the kind of man
To blame the dealer on a losin' hand
Have a lone star in my eye
The darker the sky the brighter it shines
Pumpjack checks and baler twine
A ton of grit or maybe it's spite

[Chorus]
    Am - | - - C  | - - - | Am - - |
| - C  - | - - Am | - - - | C  - - |
| - Am - | - - C  | - - - | -  -

And if I weren't a flatland boy I'd say I have a hill
A hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me
killed
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his
pride
Maybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boy

[Verse 2]
                              G |
| - C G | - - C | G - - | C G - |
| - C G | - - C | G - - | C G - |
| - C G | - - C | G - - | -

I hammer down, hair straight back
World blurs past tell me how's it that
My horizon line's static
I guess at least it's a sure bet
Was taught to not throw the first fist
But if you take a hit finish that sum bitch
In a life havin' the upper hand's a myth
You're only fighting chance is too stubborn to quit

[Chorus]
                              Am - |
| - - C  | - - - | Am - - | - C  - |
| - - Am | - - - | C  - - | - Am - |
| - - C  | - G - | -  -

And if I weren't a flatland boy I'd say I have a hill
A hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me
killed
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his
pride
Maybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boy

[Bridge]
                       G | - C G |
| - - - | - - Am | G - - | -

[Verse 3]
                              G  - |
| C G -  | - C G | -  - C | G -  - |
| C G -  | - C G | -  - C | G -  - |
| C G Am | - G - | Am - G | - Am - |
| - - G  | - C

Retired rail ties, pointnine wire
Neighbor kid on the fencing pliers
Fargo that turns over fine
At forty below if you cuss it right
A sly thumb of Rye sometimes
Keep a bottle hid with the BioMycin
You can dull the edge,
you can look ahead
But can't get there, it goes on forever
Oh, it just goes on forever
You keep your head down,
it goes on forever

[Outro]
              G | -  - - | G - C |
| G - - | - - - | Am G - |

But I’ve got plates for a purple gas
I've got plates for a purple gas

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