Everything I Try To Do Nothing Seems To Turn Out Right taby ukulele według Decemberists (Chwyty barytonu)

Cmaj7
The film was a bust but we stayed till the ending
           G  
Hair all a-mussed but your clothes didn't look so bad
       Cmaj7
And back on the street the rain was descending
     G 
In cold dirty sheets, so under the awning we sat
And then you hailed yourself a yellow cab
       C   G
And I sat for a time by the valets in line and I read what you wrote on the card
   C    G
Above a cowboy you drew a big talk balloon saying "Try not to take it so hard"
            Am                                       C
But there's this nagging suspicion that won't leave me alone tonight
           G 
It's just that everything I try to do, nothing seems to turn out right

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