annuler
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.
His pulpit's a corner on Nineteenth and Main
His grip on the Gospel his one claim to fame He hurls fire and
brimstone at the cars passing by and he offers salvation for the Savior on high.
His khakis are tattered and he ain't bathed in weeks his bout with the bottle
shows up on his cheeks. He looks like a scarecrow a sight to behold as he works for
the Shepherd bringin' lambs to the fold. He points to the Bible he holds in his hands
says " I'm proof that the Good Lord can save any man."
CHORUS: Son it ain't what you're drivin' or the clothes that you wear material possessions
won't matter up there. And someday in heaven when the angels all sing these rags
that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king.
(Second verse progression same as first)
Verse II:
He's fightin' the fever in spite of the chill he pulls up his collar and he speaks God's will.
His body is weakened but his faith is still strong for he's filled with conviction for the mission he's on.
He knows soon in heaven He'll be homeless no more As his work will soon echo from that far distant shore.
Repeat chorus:
(supprime les barrés)