Roll On Arte The Felice Brothers
The first Song, Capo 0, Picking
1. Strophe
The [G]turbines [D]pound, your [C]plane touches down, the [C]captain [D]catches your [C]eye.
And [G]all the city [D]crows perched [C]high in rows on [C]wires [D]watch you walk [C]by.
Your [G]hair has [D]changed, your [C]room´s rearranged, and[C] someone´s bee[D]n sleeping
[C]inside.
And the [G]curtain´s[D] closed on[C] all your windows, to[C] block out the[D] fried chicken
[C]sign.
Ref.
Roll [G]on, [D]Arte roll [C]on. Your [C]heart´s too[D] good for this[C] town.
Your [G]eyes c[D]ast through the [C]glass/ at my so sorry[D] mannequin[C] frown.
2. at my starry [D]American [C]frown.
3. at your so sorry [D]Marilyn f[C]rown. e[G]nd
2. Strophe
The [G]porter [D]sings [C]as he begins to clean up the [D]mess that we´ve[C] made.
The [G]Chrismas [D]trees are [C]cast on the street and [D]garbage trucks block Hoope
[C]Lane.
My [G]head´s in[D] pain but I[C] can´t complain cause my sweethear[D]t waits down the
[C]line.
And [G]in a w[D]hile we´ll be in a[C] house by the sea, even if[D] just in my[C] mind.
3. Strophe
My [G]mouth aint [D]fed, my lips [C]aint cherry red and my grin might [D]show my bad
[C]teeth.
And [G]all the people [D]pass, they [C]give me a glance, as if I´m some[D] lower-class
[C]thief.
But to [G]you I´m[D] fine, am I´[C]m in your mind even i[D]f I´m n[C]ot around.
And my [G]arms are [D]stronge and that´s[C] where you belong, given the[D] love that
we´ve[C] found.
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