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Kingsport Town (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(Bob Dylan)
The winter wind
Is blowing so strong
My hands have got
No gloves

Wish to my sole
That I could have
The boy I’m dreaming of

Don’t you remember me, babe
I remember you quite well
Caused me to leave
All of New York town
With a high sheriff on my tail

A high sheriff on my tail, boys,
High sheriff on my trail.

All because I’ve fallen for
A curly headed dark-eyed boy

Who’s gonna stroke
Your coal black hair
And your sandy colored skin
Who’s gonna walk you side by side
And tell you everything is alright

Who’s gonna look
You straight in the eye
And hold your bad luck hand

Who’s gonna walk you
Who’s gonna talk to you
And who’s gonna be your woman
The winter wind
Is blowing so strong
My hands have got
No gloves

Don’t you remember me, babe
I remember you quite well

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Kingsport Town (Letra)

Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

The winter wind is blowin strong
My hands’ve got no gloves
I wish to myself that I could see
The gal I’m thinkin of

Oh do you remember me babe
I remember you quite well
You caused me to leave old kingsport town
With the high sheriff on my trail

High sheriff on my trail boys
High sheriff on my trail
All because I’d fallen for
A curly headed dark-eyed gal

Who’s a-gonna stroke your coal-black hair
An sing to your coloured skin
Who’s a-gonna kiss your memphis lips
When I’m not in the wings

When I’m not in the wings babe
When I’m not in the wings
Who’s a-gonna kiss your memphis mouth
When I’m not in the wings

Who’s a-gonna walk you side-by-side
And tell you everythings alright
Who’s a-gonna sing to you all day long
And not just in the night

Who’s a-gonna walk you side-by-side
Who’s a-gonna be your man
Who’s a-gonna look you straight in the eye
And hold your bad-luck hand

Hold your bad-luck hand babe
Hold your bad-luck hand
Who’s a-gonna hold your hard-luck hand
And who’s a-gonna be your man

The winter wind is blowin strong
My hands’ve got no gloves
I wish to myself that I could see
The gal I’m thinkin of