Tom Waits - Martha [akordy a text na Supermusic]

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Tom Waits - Martha

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^{D A7 D A7 Bm A G D A7 D A7 Bm A GD A7}
^DOperator, ^A7number ple^Bmase, it's ^Abeen ^Gso many years.
^DShe'll re^A7member ^Dmy old ^A7voice ^Bmwhile I ^Afight the ^Gtears.
^DHello, ^B7hello there. ^EmIs this ^A7Martha? ^DThis is ^B7ol' Tom ^EmFrost. ^A7
I ^Dam ca^B7lling lo^Emng di^A7stance, don't wo^Bmrry ab^Aout the co^Gst.

^DIt's been ^B7fourteen ^Emyears or ^A7more now; ^DMartha, ^B7please re^Emcall, ^A7
^DAnd meet me ^B7out for ^Emcoffee ^Awhere we'll ^Bmtalk ^Aabout it ^G all.

^DAnd those were days of ^Groses, of ^Dpoetry and ^Gprose
And Martha, ^Bmall I had was ^Gyou and all you ^Emhad ^Awas ^Dme. ^G
^DThere was no to^Gmorrow, we ^Dpacked away our ^Gsorrows
And we s^Bmaved them for a ^Grai^Any d^Day.
^{G D A7 D A7 Bm A G}

I feel so much old now, you're much older too.
How's the husband, how's the kids? You know that I got married too.
Lucky that you found someone who makes you feel secure.
We were all so young and foolish, now we are mature.

And those were days of roses, of poetry and prose
And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrow, we packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

I was always so impulsive, guess that I still am.
All that really mattered then was that I was a man.
Guess that our bein' together wasn't meant to be.
Martha, Martha, I love you, can't you see.

And those were days of roses, of poetry and prose
And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrow, we packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you...