Acordes de old school
Creed
Creed

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Tonalidad: D minor
Intro 1
Dm
Dm
Verse 1
Dm
Dm
Shake a man's hand
and look him in the eye
C
C
Csus2
Csus2
G
G
Is that so hard to do?
C
C
Csus2
Csus2
Don't blow smoke, don't tell lies
G
G
Dm
Dm
Son, just tell the truth
Verse 2
Dm
Dm
There's rumors going 'round
all around town
C
C
Csus2
Csus2
You've been talking shit
C
C
G
G
You say I can't play and
you say I can't sing
C
C
G
G
Dm
Dm
And my songs, they won't be hits
Verse 3
Dm
Dm
I've never been violent man
C
C
I'd rather be drinkin' beer
G
G
But that's the name
Granddaddy gave me
C
C
G
G
Dm
Dm
D
D
And let me make it clear
Dm
Dm
You're gonna shut your mouth
Verse 4
C
C
Or say it to my face
D
D
Dm
Dm
Or I'm gonna use your ass
A
A
Like a broom to sweep this place
D
D
Dm
Dm
C
C
Go on and call up your friends
G
G
Csus2
Csus2
Dm
Dm
You better bring a few
'Cause I come from
A
A
a different time
Verse 5
Where the men were all old school
D
D
Dm
Dm
I've seen your kind a thousand times
C
C
All baby- faced and cute
G
G
No calluses on your hands
C
C
Dm
Dm
No scuffs upon your boots
Verse 6
Dm
Dm
You prolly think the Hollar
C
C
Is a rap song in your car
G
G
Bm
Bm
You don't know the first damn thing
C
C
Dm
Dm
About playing these smokey bars
Verse 7
Dm
Dm
You're gonna shut your mouth
C
C
Or say it to my face
Dm
Dm
Or I'm gonna use your ass
A
A
Like a broom to sweep this place
Dm
Dm
D
D
C
C
Go on and call up your friends
G
G
C
C
Dm
Dm
You better bring a few
A
A
'Cause I come from a different time
Interlude 1
Where the men were all old school
Dm
Dm
Verse 8
Dm
Dm
I don't care if you want to speak
your mind, son
C
C
You got somethin' to say?
G
G
All I ask you stand up,
Dm
Dm
grow some balls and say it to my face
D
D
'Cause if I keep hearing whispers,
Dm
Dm
C
C
son
You're still talking shit
G
G
You're gonna owe me gas
money to get back over here
And it's gonna be "talk shit,
get hit"
C
C
G
G
Verse 9
A
A
Dm
Dm
You're gonna shut your mouth
C
C
Or say it to my face
D
D
Dm
Dm
Or I'm gonna use your ass
D
D
A
A
Like a broom to sweep this place
D
D
Dm
Dm
C
C
Go on and call up your friends
G
G
C
C
Dm
Dm
D
D
You better bring a few
Dm
Dm
'Cause I come from
A
A
a different time
Dm
Dm
D
D
Dm
Dm
Where the men were all old school
A
A
I come from a different time
'Cause my Granddaddy sure
Dm
Dm
was old school
A
A
Dm
Dm
Verse 10
Dm
Dm
It's up to you, son
This "talk shit, get hit"
What you said? I don't hear nothin'
D
D
Yeah, that's what I talk
Dm
Dm
D
D
Dm
Dm
D
D
Dm
Dm
I'm waiting

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