Postcards from life

av gitarguyen 08/06-2012
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I keep my boots close to the footlice
B              F#         E           B
i try to keep my mind close to the words
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cause some of my old songs and me will never part
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although they`re warm and willing
             F#             B
they still come from the heart

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E
Postcards from life
         F#          B
oh god i`ve sent many
E                             F#          B
short stories from the deep south of my soul

B          F#      E             B
I keep my suitcase packed and ready
                    F#     E      B
got a brand new roadman in my hands
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all these quiet sunday morning
                 F#         B
i will let you have your sleep
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cause the peace i see upon your face
            F#             B
is a memory i`d like to keep

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E
Postcards from life
         F#          B
oh god i`ve sent many
E                             F#          B
short stories from the deep south of my soul

B         F#         E       B
Life is still a mystery to me
                   F#  E               B 
I`m a long long way from that inner gate
       F#                          E
and i might stray and i may stumble
                     F#     B
but i`ll keep my mission pure
                             E
just hope that fear and loneliness 
           F#         B
will make my path obscure

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E
Postcards from life
         F#          B
oh god i`ve sent many
E                             F#          B
short stories from the deep south of my soul

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E
Postcards from life
         F#          B
oh god i`ve sent many
E                             F#          B
short stories from the deep south of my soul
F#             B
south of my soul

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