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A Palmetto rose in the AC vent Cross stitched pillow where the head rest went D Said his cab was his orneriest friend A Left him jumping like trees in the wind A Thought he had the red lights memorized Glass in the gravel like the stars in the sky D In that slow motion minute between living and dead A Looked in my eyes and he told me, he said A D A This war that I wage to get up every day E A It's a fiberglass boat, it's azaleas in May F#m E D A It's the women I love and the law that I hate D A Lord let me die in the Iodine State E A Lord let me die in the Iodine State (During the last part of the Chorus, mimic the vocal melody with something like this: ocultar tablatura |-------------------------------------------------| |---------5--5h7-5~-------------------------------| |-----s6-------------6s--2--4-2-4-2~--------------| |-------------------------------------------------| |-------------------------------------------------| |-------------------------------------------------| A Palmetto rose in the sidewalk mud Pearly white stem and a big green bud D Catch him coming out of a King Street store A Bullshit story about the Civil War A You can believe what you want to believe But there ain't no making up a basket weave D Everybody in the tri-county knows A Who makes the best palmetto rose A D A This war that I wage to get up every day E A It's a fiberglass boat, it's azaleas in May F#m E D A It's the women I love and the law that I hate D A Lord let me die in the Iodine State E A Lord let me die in the Iodine State ocultar tablatura |-------------------------------------------------| |---------5--5h7-5~-------------------------------| |-----s6-------------6s--2--4-2-4-2~--------------| |-------------------------------------------------| |-------------------------------------------------| |-------------------------------------------------| Violin: F#m E D A D A Out on Sullivan's Island, they're swimming D A On the beach where the big boats rolled in D A With the earliest slaves, women and children E Our first American kin D A Here on King Street we're selling our roses D A Two for a five dollar bill D A And tonight after everything closes E I'll follow my own free will F#m E D A And I've taken my fill F#m E D A I've taken my fill D During the verses, mess around with the honky tonk in A. Honky tonk is about teasing the minor over a major progression. Something like: ocultar tablatura |----5--5----------------------5------------------| |----5--5--5-------------------5------------------| |----------5h6------------5h6---------------------| |---------------7-5-7~----------------------------| |-------------------------------------------------| |-------------------------------------------------| You get the idea.
|-------------------------------------------------| |---------5--5h7-5~-------------------------------| |-----s6-------------6s--2--4-2-4-2~--------------| |-------------------------------------------------| |-------------------------------------------------| |-------------------------------------------------|
|----5--5----------------------5------------------| |----5--5--5-------------------5------------------| |----------5h6------------5h6---------------------| |---------------7-5-7~----------------------------| |-------------------------------------------------| |-------------------------------------------------|
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