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Subterranean Homesick Blues (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Johnny’s in the basement mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement thinking about the goverment
the man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,
says he’s got a bad cough: wants to get it paid off

God knows when but you’re doin’ it again!
you better duck down the alleyway lookin’for a new friend
the man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
wants eleven dollar bills: you only got ten

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, it’s somethin’ that you did
Look out, kid, ‘cause they keep all hid

Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot
talkin’ at the heat put plants in the bed but
the phone’s tapped anyway, maggie says that many say
they must bust in early may
orders from the D.A.

Walk on your tip toes, don’t try "no doz"
better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes
you don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, it’s somethin’ that you did
Look out, kid, ‘cause they keep all hid

Looks to me like you did
a little to much hittin’ kid
you should’ve took it to the bridge
before you started to skid

Look out, kid
the good god willin’, we’ll bebop to Bob Dylan
chillin’em, thrillin’em, and red hot killin’em
killin’em

Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin’ to sell
try hard, get barred, get back, write braille
get jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you fail

But users, cheaters, six time losers
hand around the theatres
girl by the whirlpool lookin’ for a new fool
don’t follow leaders, watch the parkin’ meters

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, it’s somethin’ that you did
Look out, kid, ‘cause they keep all hid

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Subterranean Homesick Blues (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

johnny’s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he’s got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It’s somethin’ you did
God knows when
But you’re doin’ it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin’ for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin’ that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone’s tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early may
Orders from the d. a.
Look out kid
Don’t matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don’t try "no doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin’ to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You’re gonna get hit
But losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin’ for a new fool
Don’t follow leaders
Watch the parkin’ meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don’t steal, don’t lift
Twenty years of schoolin’
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don’t wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don’t wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don’t work
‘cause the vandals took the handles

Subterranean Homesick Blues (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

johnny’s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he’s got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It’s somethin’ you did
God knows when
But you’re doin’ it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin’ for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin’ that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone’s tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early may
Orders from the d. a.
Look out kid
Don’t matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don’t try "no doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin’ to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You’re gonna get hit
But losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin’ for a new fool
Don’t follow leaders
Watch the parkin’ meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don’t steal, don’t lift
Twenty years of schoolin’
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don’t wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don’t wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don’t work
‘cause the vandals took the handles

Subterranean Homesick Blues (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

johnny’s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he’s got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It’s somethin’ you did
God knows when
But you’re doin’ it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin’ for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin’ that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone’s tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early may
Orders from the d. a.
Look out kid
Don’t matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don’t try "no doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin’ to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You’re gonna get hit
But losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin’ for a new fool
Don’t follow leaders
Watch the parkin’ meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don’t steal, don’t lift
Twenty years of schoolin’
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don’t wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don’t wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don’t work
‘cause the vandals took the handles

Subterranean Homesick Blues (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Johnny’s in the basement mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement thinking about the goverment
The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,
Says he’s got a bad cough: wants to get it paid off

God knows when but you’re doin’ it again!
You better duck down the alleyway lookin’for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills: you only got ten

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, it’s somethin’ that you did
Look out, kid, ‘cause they keep all hid

Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot
Talkin’ at the heat put plants in the bed but
The phone’s tapped anyway, maggie says that many say
They must bust in early may
Orders from the d.a.

Walk on your tip toes, don’t try "no doz"
Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, it’s somethin’ that you did
Look out, kid, ‘cause they keep all hid

Looks to me like you did
A little to much hittin’ kid
You should’ve took it to the bridge
Before you started to skid

Look out, kid
The good god willin’, we’ll bebop to bob dylan
Chillin’em, thrillin’em, and red hot killin’em
Killin’em

Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin’ to sell
Try hard, get barred, get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you fail

But users, cheaters, six time losers
Hand around the theatres
Girl by the whirlpool lookin’ for a new fool
Don’t follow leaders, watch the parkin’ meters

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, it’s somethin’ that you did
Look out, kid, ‘cause they keep all hid