Ghost Riders
Evan Westerlund
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Tono: (forma de los acordes en la tonalidad de Am)
AmE|1|-----------------0----|B|2|-----------------1----|G|3|-----------------2----|D|4|-----------------2----|A|5|-3--2--0------0--0----|E|6|----------3------0----|Am Well, he sat down right in front of me, and I saidC G It looks like you got a story toAm tellAm He offered up a friendly smileC G Said I'm just a ghost rider on thisAm trainF So I pressed him just a little bit harderG There's got to be more to it thanAm thatAm He said, son I was there in '45C When my mother was burnedG Am And my sister was shot in the backF C It had started with a rumorG Am Then it happened fastF C We're shuffled into box carsG Am And rolled on down the trackF C There was nothing we could doG Am Just roll across the plainsF G We were all just ghost ridersAm Ghost riders on the trainAm When he turned to watch the fields roll byContinúa después del anuncioC G I saw a single tearAm Reflect off the glassAm And for a while he disappearedC G To a distant rainy nightAm Then he came right backF I didn't know what to say or doG But he pressed on, there's more toAm it than thatAm I can still feel the cuts from the barbed-wire fenceC G Taste the taste of fearAm And smell the smell of the ratsF C It had started with a rumorG Am Then it happened fastF C We're shuffled into box carsG Am And rolled on down the trackF C There was nothing we could doG Am Just roll across the plainsF G We were all just ghost ridersAm Ghost riders on the train( C G F )( F C G F Am )( C G F )( F C G F Am )Am When I stood with him outside the gatesC G Some three hundred-fifty miles southeast ofAm BerlinAm A wicked wind blew from the westC G Am And a chill rippled up under my skinF He closed his eyes and asked dear GodG What the hell was the sense of allAm of thisAm Was it all part of your grand designC G Or just a speck in timeAm Something that you missedF C It had started with a rumorG Am Then it happened fastF C Were shuffled into box carsG Am And rolled on down the trackF C There was nothing we could doG Am Just roll across the plainsF G We were all just ghost ridersAm Ghost riders on the trainF G We were all just ghost ridersAm Ghost riders on the train[Final] C G FF C G F AmC G FF C G F Am