Lirik dan Chord Lagu Postcards from Hell - The Wood Brothers

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - "Postcards from Hell" adalah lagu dari The Wood Brothers yang dimuat dalam album keduanya, Loaded.

Album tersebut dirilis pada 2008 setelah peluncuran debutnya pada 2006.

Kini lagu "Postcards from Hell" menjadi salah satu lagu teratas The Wood Brothers pada platform musik digital.

Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu No Hard Feelings - The Avett Brothers

Berikut ini lirik dan chord lagu "Postcards from Hell" dari The Wood Brothers.

[Intro]
G D A D (x4)

[Verse 1]
G              D           A             D
I know a man who sings the blues
G             D                         A      D
Yeah he plays just what he feels
G             D                A                  D
Keeps a letter in the pocket of his coat
G                   D              A D
But he never breaks the seal

[Interlude]
G D A D (x2)

[Verse 2]
G         D           A                D
Set up in a bar room corner
G               D            A    D
Playing for tips and beer
G          D                    A             D
People carrying on and drinking
G                     D           A  D
And you gotta strain to hear

[Interlude]
G D A G (x2)

[Verse 3]
G                     D                   A                 D
I've seen him playing some old cheap guitar
G                   D                        A     D
But he could play on pots and pans
G                D                   A           D
You never heard a soul so pure and true
G                D                      A     D
It's flowing right out of his hands
G                 D                       A     D
And he can sing sweet as a choir girl
G              D                   A  D
Or he can sing a house on fire
G                   D                    A     D
I've seen him calling up the angels
G                 D                 A               D
And use a breeze for a telephone wire

[Chorus]
G
But if you ask him
F#7                                Bm
How he sings his blues so well
A
He says
G          D            A        D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G          D           A        D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G          D            A       D
I got a soul that I won't sell
       G          D           A                D
And I don't read postcards from hell

[Interlude]
G D A D (x4)

[Verse 4]
G            D                           A   D
Said he came from down in Texas
G         D                     A  D
Playin' out since he's fifteen
G             D                    A D
You can hear a little Chicago
G        D               A    D
And a lot of New Orleans
G                     D               A                D
And he can take you on a freight train
G           D                          A    D
He can take you down the alley
G           D                     A     D
He can take you to the church
G         D                                A   D
He can walk you through the valley

[Chorus]
G
And if you ask him
F#7                                 Bm
How he sings his blues so well
A
He says
G         D            A       D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G         D            A       D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G         D            A       D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G                D             A               D
And I don't read postcards from hell

[Interlude]
G D A D (x8)

[Verse 5]
G                    D                  A            D 
I've seen him sleeping in a doorway
G           D           A   D
Maybe living outside
G           D                     A             D
On his back just like a cockroach
G                     D          A D
But he ain't waiting to die

[Chorus]
G
And if you ask him
F#7                                 Bm
How he sings his blues so well
A
He says
G          D            A      D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G          D            A      D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G          D            A      D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G          D            A      D
I got a soul that I won't sell
           G        D            A         D
That's how I sing my blues so well
       G           D          A                D
And I don't read postcards from hell