Cowboys

Counting Crows

Ce chant est à 4 accords magiques! Il est montré ici dans la transposition originale: en le jouant avec des capo ou en le transposant, vous pouvez le ramener à Am, F, C, G.

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Author/Artist: Counting Crows Title: Cowboys Album: Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings Transcribed by: RainKing Email: Standard tuning (capo 1st fret) Intro: Riff (gtr only) + - - Cowboys on the road tonight crying in their sleep If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand and some promises to keep Who wanted to change the world...what’s as easy as murder? It’s all headlights and vapor trails...and Circle K killers And I know I could look at anyone but you now I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now So come on come on come on oh...come on through now So come on come on come on oh...come on through now This is a list of what I should have been but I’m not This is a list of the things that I should have seen but I’m not seeing The look in your eyes as his fingertips lit on your neck and it made you shiver I’m just turning away from where I should have been because I am not Anything...oh...anything...oh... The president’s in bed tonight but he can’t get to sleep Cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers And I believe she loves you cause you never make her feel like anything She said I wouldn’t feel a thing...but I can feel oh I can feel And I know I could look at anyone but you now I could fall into the arms of anyone but you now So come on come on come on oh...come on through now So come on come on come on oh...come on through now This is a list of what I should have been but I’m not This is a list of the things that I should have seen but I’m not seeing The look in your eyes as his finger’s unzipping your dress and it makes you shiver I’m just turning away from what I shouldn’t see because I am not Anything...oh...anything...oh... Solo: Em - C (x2) Everyone’s in bed tonight but nobody can sleep Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows She says she doesn’t love me like she’s acting but it’s as if she isn’t talking Cause Mr. Lincoln’s head is bleeding on the front row while she’s speaking I said come on all you cowboys all you blue-eyed baby boys Come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer I’ll wait for you where Saturday’s a memory and Sunday comes to gather me Into the arms of god who’ll welcome me because I believe...Oh I believe... And I know I could look at anyone but you now I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now So come on come on come on oh...come on through now So come on come on come on oh...come on through now This is a list of what I should have been but I’m not This is a list of the things that I should have seen but I’m not seeing You look at me..............So please won’t you look at me.......Cause I’m not seeing you look at me........Oh I will make you look at me.......Or I am not Anything...oh...anything...no... Outro: Em - C (x4)

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Cette chanson évoque les luttes intérieures et les désillusions d'un homme en quête d'amour et de sens. Il se sent perdu et nostalgique, regardant autour de lui et réalisant tout ce qu'il aurait pu être, mais qu'il n'est pas. Les cowboys, symboles de liberté et d'errance, pleurent dans leur sommeil, reflet d'une société en proie à des promesses non tenues et à des relations compliquées. Le contexte est ancré dans une ambiance mélancolique, où les événements du monde extérieur semblent peser sur les âmes. Les références à la politique et aux figures historiques soulignent une crise existentielle, tandis que l'aspiration à l'amour et à la rédemption se mêle à la douleur de la réalité. Au final, la chanson laisse entrevoir un besoin désespéré de connexion et de reconfort, transcendant les luttes personnelles face à un monde en désordre.

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