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Change la taille du texte.
Remplace par des accords plus faciles à jouer.
Affiche les acccords français (Do, Ré, Mi…).
Seul le bas du texte défile, vous laissant ainsi les accords de départ visibles.
Certaines partitions n’affichent les accords qu’au début. Cet outil tente de les recopier dans l’ensemble du texte.
Marque le tempo à la vitesse que vous souhaitez.
fret
First time he saw the ground get busted he was ten and it was nineteen fifty two
His daddy worked hard from sun up to sun down
and the going got tuff hind them old grey mules.
The farm grew to be a money maker
and the house he lived in grew up room by room
The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farming
So he slipped away one night beneath the harvest moon.
his neck was red as Alabama clay
but the cities call pulled him away
he's hot a factory job and runs a big machine
he don't miss the farm or the fields of green.
Now the cities just a prison without fences.
His job is just a routine he can't stand
and at night he dreams of wide open spaces
fresh dirt beneath his toes and on his hands.
Then one day a picture came inside a letter
of a young girl with a baby in her arms.
And the words she wrote would change his life forever.
So he went to raise his family on the farm.
his neck is red as Alabama Clay
X2 now he's going home this time to stay
where the roots run deep on the family tree
and the tractor rolls through the fields of green.
His neck is red......as Alabama clay.
Well this is my version I hope it works for you! Feel free to respond with sugestions. Sorry for any unseen mistakes. Later [email protected]
(supprime les barrés)