Bob Frank Turner

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114
0:00 2:58
Accordatura Standard (E A D G B E)
Tempo 6/8
Tonalità: G
Capotasto:
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Testo

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

[Verse 1]
         G
He spent 15 years
                   C
Getting loaded for 15 years
'Till his liver exploded
           G
Now what's Bob gonna do
                 C
Now that he can't drink?
The Doctor said:

[Verse 2]
G
 "What ya been thinking bout?"
    C
Bob said, "that's the point.
                   G
I won't think bout nothing
                             C
Now I gotta do something else

[Verse 3]
G
To pass the time
Had someone shave his head
         C
He got a new identity
G
62 hole air cushioned boots
      C
And a girl who rides a scooter
            G      D
To take him out of town

[Chorus]
Em                 C
They would get away
G        D
 Running around
           Em
And as the trucks drive by
        C
You can hear the mother fuckers play

[Solo Harmonica]
| G  | - | D | - |
| Em | - | C | - |
| G  | - | D | - |
| Em | - | C | - |

[Verse 4]
G
A couple of lines,
an extra thermos of Joe
         C
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
G
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
B7                                           C
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
         Cm
When the doctor tells him to

[Bridge]
G          Fadd9                   Cadd9
 Quit your drinking, now's the time
            Dsus4              G
But will he ever walk the line?
          Fadd9               Cadd9
To all my friends I feel just fine 
            Dsus4              G
But will he ever walk the line?

[Outro]
        Fadd9              Cadd9
Will he ever walk the line?
        Dsus4              G
Will he ever walk the line?
        Fadd9              Cadd9
Will he ever walk the line?
        Dsus4              G Fadd9 Cadd9
Will he ever walk the line?
Dsus4         G    Fadd9 Cadd9
     Walk the line?
Dsus4 G
       Will he ever walk the line?

Battute

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

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

He spent 15 years
Getting loaded for 15 years
'Till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do
Now that he can't drink?
The Doctor said:

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

"What ya been thinking bout?"
Bob said, "that's the point.
I won't think bout nothing
Now I gotta do something else

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

To pass the time
Had someone shave his head
He got a new identity
62 hole air cushioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter
To take him out of town

[Chorus]
| Em | - | C | - |
| G  | - | D | - |
| Em | - | C | - |

They would get away
Running around
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers play

[Solo Harmonica]
| G  | - | D | - |
| Em | - | C | - |
| G  | - | D | - |
| Em | - | C | - |

[Verse 4]
| G  | - | - | - |
| C  | - | - | - |
| G  | - | - | - |
| B7 | - | - | - |
| C  | - | - | - |
| Cm | - | - | - |

A couple of lines,
an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to

[Bridge]
| G     | - | Fadd9 | - |
| Cadd9 | - | Dsus4 | - |
| G     | - | Fadd9 | - |
| Cadd9 | - | Dsus4 | - |
| G     | - |

Quit your drinking, now's the time
But will he ever walk the line?
To all my friends I feel just fine
But will he ever walk the line?

[Outro]
            | Fadd9 | - |
| Cadd9 | - | Dsus4 | - |
| G     | - | Fadd9 | - |
| Cadd9 | - | Dsus4 | - |
| G     | - | Fadd9 | - |
| Cadd9 | - | Dsus4 | - |
| G     | - | Fadd9 | - |
| Cadd9 | - | Dsus4 | - |
| G     |

Will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?

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