Interpret: Edwin McCain
Edwin McCain - How Strange It Seems (akordy)
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F7 Bb 131211 x13331
AM7 575555
Intro:
Verse:
F I'm F7 A hack BB driver in F New F7 York CBB ity
F I'veF7 got BB seven kids onF the F7 lower F east side
I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty
But in rush hour hell you should see me drive
I'm a dressmaker in Louisiana
Stick my finger ain't that a shame
People come to haggle and paw on my artwork
But no two of my dresses are ever the same
C#M7 How strange it seems to beCM7 me if tBBM7 omorrow I opened my eAM7 yes
And GM7 found myself soAM7 mewhere else IBBM7 wonder who I'CM7 d be
I'm the house man at a place called the exit
The last band I heard bored me to tears
But every so often I hear one that moves me
And love for the music is what keeps me here
How strange it seems to be me if tomorrow I opened my eyes
And found myself somewhere else I wonder who I'd be
I'm a rich man I ain't talking 'bout money
I'm blues singer at the eight by ten
You go out searching for some grand tomorrow
Don't worry 'bout me just drop by now and then
How strange it seems to be me if tomorrow I opened my eyes
And found myself somewhere else I wonder who I'd be
AM7 575555
Intro:
Verse:
F I'm F7 A hack BB driver in F New F7 York CBB ity
F I'veF7 got BB seven kids onF the F7 lower F east side
I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty
But in rush hour hell you should see me drive
I'm a dressmaker in Louisiana
Stick my finger ain't that a shame
People come to haggle and paw on my artwork
But no two of my dresses are ever the same
C#M7 How strange it seems to beCM7 me if tBBM7 omorrow I opened my eAM7 yes
And GM7 found myself soAM7 mewhere else IBBM7 wonder who I'CM7 d be
I'm the house man at a place called the exit
The last band I heard bored me to tears
But every so often I hear one that moves me
And love for the music is what keeps me here
How strange it seems to be me if tomorrow I opened my eyes
And found myself somewhere else I wonder who I'd be
I'm a rich man I ain't talking 'bout money
I'm blues singer at the eight by ten
You go out searching for some grand tomorrow
Don't worry 'bout me just drop by now and then
How strange it seems to be me if tomorrow I opened my eyes
And found myself somewhere else I wonder who I'd be