Chord Dr Watson I Presume by Elvis Costello

Chord Dr Watson I Presume Elvis Costello - Kunci gitar dasar paling akurat untuk pemula, lengkap dengan lirik lagu asli. CHORD dr . watson , i presume Em i sat in a motel room with the doctor Am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Em just before we were supposed to sing Am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Em he said regarding this guardian wing Am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Em this black and clipped misshapen thing Am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . . D hobbling on from claw to ring Am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . D hung upside down and cawing G . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Em pecking at carrion of the fallen Am battalion D thawing . . . . . . C on frozen mooring blackbird in a crust no more they fell down 4 and 20 bloodstained the land of want and plenty now raven standing at his shoulder stared with eyes of molten solder G . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . G dripping on a lacquer bo xg . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . G introducing keys to locks G . . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . . . Am . . . C/B . . . . C seven talents there where hidden C . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . D mysterious and some forbidden Em . . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . . G take the honey from the comb Em . . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . . G ravel thread around the loom Em . . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . . G dig the dirt up from the tomb Am . . C/B . . C . . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . G doctor . . . watson , i presume one will follow two unknown sorrow three for laughter four ever after five - foot flood when the waters hit six feet deep , the eternal pit seven prayers and seven pleas to eight imagined deities cat o’ nine tails cat of nine lives brides turned into old wives tales your complexion colours then it pales and into the sunset it sails soon these secrets will be scattered heaven knows what lies inside it took a moment to discover a lifetime to decide take the honey from the comb ravel thread around the loom dig the dirt up from the tomb dr . watson , i presume you can also play with a capo 7th fret i believe as in Am i sat in a motel room with the doctor Dm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Am just before we were supposed to sing Dm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Am he said regarding this guardian wing Dm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Am this black and clipped misshapen thing Dm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . G hobbling on from claw to ring Dm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G hung upside down and cawing C . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Am pecking at carrion of the fallen Dm battalion G thawing . . . . . . F on frozen mooring blackbird in a crust no more they fell down 4 and 20 bloodstained the land of want and plenty now raven standing at his shoulder stared with eyes of molten solder C . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . C dripping on a lacquer bo xc . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . C introducing keys to locks C . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . . . . Dm . . . . . . . . . . F seven talents there where hidden F . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G mysterious and some forbidden Am . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . . . C take the honey from the comb Am . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . . . C ravel thread around the loom Am . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . . . C dig the dirt up from the tomb Dm . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . C doctor watson , i presume one will follow two unknown sorrow three for laughter four ever after five - foot flood when the waters hit six feet deep , the eternal pit seven prayers and seven pleas to eight imagined deities cat o’ nine tails cat of nine lives brides turned into old wives tales your complexion colours then it pales and into the sunset it sails soon these secrets will be scattered heaven knows what lies inside it took a moment to discover a lifetime to decide take the honey from the comb ravel thread around the loom dig the dirt up from the tomb dr . watson , i presume