Cold River
John Hiatt
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Continúa después del anuncio
Tono:
G Well he packed up his suitcaseC G D 'Cause the deal gone downD She was slipping on her stockingsC G Lord it made the sweetest sound [Verse 2]G There was a baby in the reedsC G D Along the river outside of townD As he wound his pocket watchC G To set time spinnin' 'em all around [Verse 3]G Wasn't long they'd be forgettingC G D This old rainy Texas dayD Little fella wasn't meantC G For this old world anyway [Verse 4]G Gambling and whoringC G D Hiding from plain viewD Tell me which one of us roundersC G Would you trust this poor child to? [Chorus]C G D G You just roll on cold ri-verD G C Wash little Moses downEm D G Em C G We've got busi-ness to at-tend toD G C In Chicago townC G D G In Chi-ca-go townContinúa después del anuncio[Verse 5]G Well they rolled out of AustinC G D On some kind of cattle trainD She'd been with him for a yearC G Didn't know his second name [Verse 6]G He worked the small towns hustling nine ballC G D She hooked the truck stops tooD They were trying to make ChicagoC Before the winter come blowingG through [Verse 7]G Some trucker sprang a leakC G D In California they supposedD Started working ArizonaC G Lord she missed the Bloody Rose [Verse 8]G They rambled through the southwestC G D Making money and making timeD But they never could find no helpC G Not a doctor, not that kind [Chorus]C G D G You just roll on cold ri-verD G C Wash little Moses downEm D G Em C G We've got busi-ness to at-tend toD G C In Chicago townC G D G In Chi-ca-go town [Verse 9]G Some women love their babiesC G D Some women won't have oneD Some Texas woman found himC G And we're still on the run [Verse 10]G The kind of life we're livingC G D He'd only slow us downD Ain't good for nothing anywayC G Just rambling town to town [Chorus]C G D G You just roll on cold ri-verD G C Wash little Moses downEm D G Em C G We've got busi-ness to at-tend toD G C In Chicago townC G D G In Chi-ca-go town [Verse 11]G Well he unpacked his suitcaseC G D She pulled her stockings downD Dreaming up a pool hallC G And shooting up a round [Verse 12]G She thought about tomorrowC G D When the money rolled aroundD That night they slept like babiesC G In Chicago town