Crikets

	  		Intro : D D Dm D 

Intro (Guitarra 2): 
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D	    Bm 
Dog day afternoon 
	Bb	  D 
I can see your face 
			Bm 
I know you'll get here soon 
	   Bb		D 
And we'll leave this place 
			Bm 
I would just lay in the mustard seed 
    Bb			D 
And watch you climb the trees 
			    Bm 
Look for fool's gold in the scary creek 
Bb			D 
Splash you, cold, and hear you scream 

A	  Bm 
No one's here to see us 
F#m	  G 
I'm kinda liking you too 
A	  Bm 
No one's here to believe us 
F#m	    G 
And I don't wanna share you 

A	   Bm 
Years gone by and this creek's all dried 
F#m		D 
Funny little things never work out 
A	   Bm 
Years gone by and this creek's all dry 
F#m		D 
Funny little things never work out 

Intro : D D Dm D 

 

D	    Bm 
Monday's came to soon 
	Bb	  D 
And you went away 
D	    Bm 
Lord knows I think of you 
	Bb	  D 
Every single day 
D	   		  Bm 
We would just lay in that beat up car 
	Bb	  D 
And laugh until we cried 
D	 			 Bm 
We took our shoes off and went a bit too far 
	Bb	  D 
I see it in your eyes 

A	  Bm 
No one's here to see us 
F#m	  G 
I'm kinda liking you too 
A	  Bm 
No one's here to believe us 
F#m	    G 
And I don't wanna share you 

A	   Bm 
Years gone by and this creek's all dried 
F#m		D 
Funny little things never work out 
A	   Bm 
Years gone by and this creek's all dry 
F#m		D 
Funny little things never work out 


Ponte (Guitarra 1): G A G A 

 

A	  Bm 
No one's here to see us 
F#m	  G 
I'm kinda liking you too 
A	  Bm 
No one's here to believe us 
F#m	    G 
And I don't wanna share you 

A	   Bm 
Years gone by and this creek's all dried 
F#m		D 
Funny little things never work out 
A	   Bm 
Years gone by and this creek's all dry 
F#m		D 
Funny little things never work out