G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G Ah the early Roman kings, in their shark skin suits. G-G11-G C-C11-C Bow ties and buttons, high-top boots. C-C11-C G-G11-G Drivin' the spikes in, blazin' the rails. G-G11-G C-C11-C Nailed in their coffins, in top hats and tails. C-C11-C G-G11-G Fly away over, fly away, flap your wings. G-G11-G Fly by night, like the early Roman kings. Bridge: G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G Ah the early Roman kings, were never really born. G-G11-G C-C11-C Comin' down the mountain, distributing the corn. C-C11-C G-G11-G Speedin' through the forest, ah racin' down the track. G-G11-G C-C11-C Ya trying' to get away, they drag you back. C-C11-C G-G11-G Tomorrow is Friday, we'll see what it brings. G-G11-G Everybody's talkin' about the early Roman kings. Bridge: G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G Verse 3 G-G11-G The peddlers and the meddlers, they buy and they sell. G-G11-G C-C11-C They destroyed your city, they'll destroy you as well. C-C11-C G-G11-G They're lecherous and treacherous, a-hell-bent for leather. G-G11-G C-C11-C Each of 'em bigger, than all men put together. C-C11-C G-G11-G Sluggers and muggers, wearin' fancy gold rings. G-G11-G All the women goin' crazy, for the early Roman kings. Bridge: G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G Verse 4 G-G11-G I could dress up you wounds, with a blood-clotted rag. G-G11-G C-C11-C I ain't afraid to make love, to a bitch of a hag. C-C11-C G-G11-G If you see me comin' and you're standin' there, G-G11-G C-C11-C Wave your handkerchief in the air. C-C11-C G-G11-G I ain't dead yet, my bell still still rings. G-G11-G I keep my fingers crossed like the early Roman kings. Bridge: G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G C-C11-C I could strip you of life, strip you of bread. G-G11-G C-C11-C Ship you down, to the house of death. C-C11-C G-G11-G One day, you will ask for me. G-G11-G C-C11-C They'll be no-one else, that you'll wanna see. C-C11-C G-G11-G Bring down fiddle, tune up my strings. G-G11-G I'm gonna brake it wide open, like the early Roman kings. Bridge: G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G C-C11-C I was up on Black Mountain, the day Detroit fell. G-G11-G C-C11-C They killed them all off and they sent them to Hell. C-C11-C G-G11-G Ding-dong-daddy, you're comin' up short. G-G11-G C-C11-C They'll put you on trial, in a Sicilian Court. C-C11-C G-G11-G I have had my fun, I've had my flings. G-G11-G Goin' shake 'em on down, like the early Roman kings. G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G G-G11-G
Early Roman Kings acordes
de Bob Dylan
