[ Предположительная тональность: D ] Intro D G Am D D G F G D D G Am D D G F G D Verse1 D G Am D Even now I see him walking home at sundown D G F G D He's whistling rock of ages with his lunchbox at his side D G Am D I still recall the smell of smoke and ashes on his jacket D G F G D And that factory dust was on his shoes the afternoon he died Vwese2 D G Am D I swore I'd never heed that factory whistle D G F G D In a banker's cage I signed a loan against my future sins D G Am D All the neighbors shook my hand and wished me well upon my leaving D G F G D Though my father was a poor man he owned a wealth of friends Chorus F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 So take these boots that shine like Judas silver F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 And all these sad reflections on lost untraveled roads F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in those Riff D G Am D D G F G D Verse 3 D G Am D My stroke was good, the deals fell fast and easy D G F G D I hired the sweat of honest men and took the lion's share D G Am D My wardrobe filled with shirts of silk and boots of tender leather D G F G D And I walked in them the halls of power but found no comfort there Chorus F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 So take these boots that shine like Judas silver F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 And all these sad reflections on lost untraveled roads F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in those Verse 4 D G Am D Lady lay these boots upon the fire D G F G D 'Cause lady now I swear I'll never wear this pair again D G Am D I meant to stand up straight and tall, it never was that easy D G F G D Now these soles are stained from walking on the dreams of better men Chorus F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 So take these boots that shine like Judas silver F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 And all these sad reflections on lost untraveled roads F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in those Chorus F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 So take these boots that shine like Judas silver F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 And all these sad reflections on lost untraveled roads F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses F#m Bbm C#m C#m7 Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in those D G Am D D G F G D D G Am D D G F G D
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