Lirik dan Chord Lagu Brooklin Kid - Cross Canadian Ragweed

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - Pada 10 September 2002 band rock asal Amerika Serikat, Cross Canadian Ragweed merilis sebuah lagu yang berjudul "Brooklyn Kid".

Lagu tersebut menjadi trek ketiga dari 12 lagu dalam albumnya yang bertajuk Cross Canadian Ragweed. 

Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu The Idiot - Amy Shark

Berikut lirik dan chord lagu "Brooklyn Kid" Cross Canadian Ragweed.

Brooklyn Kid (capo 2nd)

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Well I gotta friend that lives south of town

Loves to sit and burn one down

G           C              D
Spin some vinyl on his stereo

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Every now and then he speaks of war

One tour of duty on a foreign shore

G            C        D
Fightin' for his way home

G           C       D
Fightin' for his way home

G          C            D

Returnin' home to his native land
G         C       D
Left New York for Texas man
G            C                      D
Quieter times were in his cards
G      C                       D
He met a girl she met a man
G            C                         D
Dropped to his knees and he took her hand
G            C       D
A simple life ain't that hard
G             C         D
No, a simple life ain't all that hard

G C D

A new generation on the ground
G              C        D
Nothin' in the world could bring him down
G           C          D
Flyin' like he had wings
G          C        D
Several years came and went
G              C       D
Not one of them was poorly spent
G             C     D
A good man's life he was chiselin'
G              C     D
Yeah, a good man's life he was chiselin'
G                C            D

Reflecting on the Viet-Cong
G               C       D
Uncle John's Band and a Dylan song
G            C                D
Smellin' like it's supper time
G          C           D
You know it brought a tear to his eye
G           C       D
The day that Jerry Garcia died
G        C       D
He said he was the genius of his time
G          C            D
Yeah, A Friend of the Devil is a Friend of Mine
G          C         D

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Don't try to find it
Make the time
A couple of joints and a bottle of wine
You'll be glad that you did
With the Grateful Dead spinnin' round
Kick your feet back and be astound
By the life of the Brooklyn kid