Can’t Win
(Difficulty: hard)#From: Phillip Charles Saunders <phillip@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> #Can't Win, Richard Thompson #transcribed by phillip@princeton.edu I don't know who you think you are, who you think you are Oh what kind of mother would hamstring her sons Throw sand in their eyes and put ice on their tongues Better to leave than stay here and grieve And play the game Don't waken the dead as you sleepwalk around If you have a dream, brother, hush, not a sound Stand there and rust, and die if you must But p (chordiearchive.chordie.com)
Can’t Win
(Difficulty: hard)Can't Win, Richard Thompson transcribed by phillip@princeton.edu I don't know who you think you are, who you think you are Oh what kind of mother would hamstring her sons Throw sand in their eyes and put ice on their tongues Better to leave than stay here and grieve And play the game Don't waken the dead as you sleepwalk around If you have a dream, brother, hush, not a sound Stand there and rust, and die if you must But play the game Oh if we can't have it, why should a wretch like you? Oh (guitaretab.com)
Can’t Win
(Difficulty: hard)#From: Phillip Charles Saunders <phillip@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> # # #Can't Win, Richard Thompson #transcribed by phillip@princeton.edu # I don't know who you think you are, who you think you are Oh what kind of mother would hamstring her sons Throw sand in their eyes and put ice on their tongues Better to leave than stay here and grieve And play the game Don't waken the dead as you sleepwalk around If you have a dream, brother, hush, not a sound Stand there and rust, and die if you m (chordiearchive.chordie.com)
Can’t Win
(Difficulty: hard)Can't Win, Richard Thompson transcribed by phillip@princeton.edu game I don't know who you think you are, who you think you are Oh what kind of mother would hamstring her sons Throw sand in their eyes and put ice on their tongues Better to leave than stay here and grieve And play the game Don't waken the dead as you sleepwalk around If you have a dream, brother, hush, not a sound Stand there and rust, and die if you must But play the game Oh if we can't have it, why should a wretch like y (guitartabs.cc)