Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: C


I had to tab this up an octave because of that darned A (-3").

 
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Well I'll tell you a sto-ry 

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Of whis-key and mys-tics and men

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And about the believers 
And how the whole thing began
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First there were women 
And children obey-ing the moon
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Then daylight brought wisdom 
And fever and sickness too soon
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You can try to remind me 
Instead of the other you can
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You can help to insure that 
We all insecure are command
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If you don't give a listen 
I won't try to tell your new hand
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This is it can't you see that 
We all have our ends in the band
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And if all of the teachers 
And preachers of wealth were areigned

We could see quite a future 
For me in the literal sands

And if all of the people 
Could claim to expect such regrets
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We'd have no forgiveness 
Forgetfullness, painful remorse.
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So I  tell you  I  tell you I tell you 

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We must send a-   way

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We must try to find  a new ans-wer 

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In-stead of   a   way.