Bus Floor Bottles

The Rumjacks

tonalidad:

E

[Verse 1]
               E
There's a touch o' rain to greet the train
              C#m           E                    C#m  B
Where it coughs up all its contents on the town
      E
From near and far they'll hug the bar
            C#m               E                C#m  B
And the talk gets cheap and nasty by the hour
         E
The only kiss they'd ever cared for was the bottle
                          C#m                       E   C#m  B
And they'll fall into a methylated love until whenever
    E
To run from your shadows half the battle
                             C#m                           E
And they'll sit and mutter bitter little words about the weather
         C#m  B
Or whatever

[Chorus]
         A                F#m
And the bus floor bottles ring
            A                  F#m
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
    A               B               E
And I can't feel a thing beneath me


[Verse 2]
           E
Though he combs the bins for empty tins
      C#m                  E                   C#m  B
They say that he's got a fortune stashed away
      E                                   C#m
And when they toss him out that means the boss is in
     E                      C#m  B
Or else they'd let him stay
      E
The rain rolls down the window
             C#m             E
Falls like shells on the horizon
                                  C#m  B
Giving rise to all his memories of home
       E                                        C#m          E
Where sirens aren't such pretty things and the fear so paralysin'
                                       C#m  B
It could turn the air you breathe into stone


[Chorus]
         A                F#m
And the bus floor bottles ring
            A                  F#m
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
    A               B               E
And I can't feel a thing beneath me
         A                F#m
And the bus floor bottles ring
            A                  F#m
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
    A               B               E
And I can't feel a thing beneath me

[Interlude]
F#m  A  F#m  E  C#m  E
F#m  A  F#m  E  C#m  B


[Verse 3]
     E
The kids run feral up and down the street
        C#m                      E                 C#m  B
And meet their friends for life, or so they swear
            E
And the bright young man sings 'Kick the can'
          C#m                    E                     C#m  B
Walking hand in hand with his love to god knows where
     E
She says "this is killin' me, its been for a year or three,
      C#m                    E              C#m  B
I've gotta get away, good luck, take care"
           E
'Cos the wind'll rattle and the wind'll roar
           C#m                       E
But the shit'll only settle at the poor folks' door 'round here
  C#m  B
I swear


[Chorus]
         A                F#m
And the bus floor bottles ring
            A                  F#m
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
    A               B               E
And I can't feel a thing beneath me
         A                F#m
And the bus floor bottles ring
            A                  F#m
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
    A               B               E
And I can't feel a thing beneath me

[Otro]
         A                F#m
And the bus floor bottles ring
            A                  F#m
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
    A               B
And I can't feel a thing
         A                F#m
And the bus floor bottles ring
            A                  F#m
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
    A               B               E
And I can't feel a thing beneath me