The Leeve Ukulele tab

	   

Intro: Aadd9  G#m7  C#m7  Bm7  A  Am7  E  


F#m7                          G#m7        Gm7 
So he drives a cadillac baby 
F#m7                            G#m7        Gm7 
His belt buckles diamond-plated 
F#m7                     G#m7           Gm7 
He treats you like a lady, yes he does and 
F#m7                          B 
Tells you you are underrated 
D                                      Aadd9 
It seems like nothing could go wrong 


               G#m7  C#m7               Bm7  A              
When the levee blo - ows, and the tears fall down your face 
        Am7                            E           Aadd9      
Will it feel the same, I don't know 
                  G#m7  C#m7               Bm7  A                
When the curtains clo - ose, and you stand in   awe alone 
          Am7                     E                      
Will your pretty eyes still show 
            Am7                        E                 
That you've played this game before 


F#m7                            G#m7             Gm7               
So he went to Harvard 
F#m7                                G#m7             Gm7 
Builds schools down to Guatemala 
F#m7                                G#m7             Gm7 
Spends every Tuesday night with his mama 
F#m7                       B                                         D                        
Look I get it, the man's a six-five, blue eyed, American Dalai Lama 
                                   Aadd9                      
I just want you to be careful 

ocultar pestaña
 

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There's always rocks in the streams,  
There's always a stem in your grass 
There's always a snag at the seam 
Well theres always a ghost in your past 
You might think that you can hide 
You might think that you can cope 
You might bottle it up inside but 
Ooooooooh sugar don't 

Refrão 

Same thing as the interlude fade out 

When the levee blows 
When the levee blows