Buried In Detroit E Mike Posner B Vote rhythm | Die Website, die die umfassendsten Musikakkorde bietet

Verse 1

I’m a wr[E]writer and a lover

I’m a Mi[B]Midwest music man

And I’ve b[A]been to a lot of places

But I’m gon’ e[E]end where I began

I took cl[E]class in Carolina

G[B]Got high smoking joints

And now they k[A]know my name in Paris

But I’ll be bu[E]buried in Detroit

 

Chorus

Next to my f[E]father, and my fa[B]father’s father too

I used to l[A]live in New York City

But baby, that a[E]ain’t no substitute

Not for my hom[E]hometown

That pl[B]place people avoid

I’ve made lo[A]love in every city

But I’ll be b[E]buried in Detroit

 

Verse 2

I don’t cl[E]claim to be a prophet

[B]I just speak my mind

I t[A]try to tell it like it is

And sometimes G[E]God makes it rhyme

I like my so[E]songs how I like my women

Ho[B]Honest and to the point

You see I g[A]got fucked up in Stockholm

But I’ll be b[E]buried in Detroit

 

Chorus

Next to my f[E]father, and my fa[B]father’s father too

I used to l[A]live in New York City

But baby, that a[E]ain’t no substitute

Not for my hom[E]hometown

That pl[B]place people avoid

I’ve made lo[A]love in every city

But I’ll be b[E]buried in Detroit

 

Verse 3

You know I a[E]ain’t gon’ live forever

B[B]Baby, it won’t be long

At the wa[A]wake they’ll say

“He made a lot of mistakes,

But h[E]he could write hell of a song”

And I m[E]made, I made killing

Though I ne[B]never really was employed

I had a g[A]girl from San Diego

 

Outro

But I’ll be b[E]buried in

I killed a sh[E]show [B]in I[A]Indonesia

But I’ll be b[E]buried in

I made lo[E]love in [B]every ci[A]city

[A]But I[B]I’ll [A]be bu[E]buried in Detroit

Verse 1

I’m a wr[E]writer and a lover

I’m a Mi[B]Midwest music man

And I’ve b[A]been to a lot of places

But I’m gon’ e[E]end where I began

I took cl[E]class in Carolina

G[B]Got high smoking joints

And now they k[A]know my name in Paris

But I’ll be bu[E]buried in Detroit

 

Chorus

Next to my f[E]father, and my fa[B]father’s father too

I used to l[A]live in New York City

But baby, that a[E]ain’t no substitute

Not for my hom[E]hometown

That pl[B]place people avoid

I’ve made lo[A]love in every city

But I’ll be b[E]buried in Detroit

 

Verse 2

I don’t cl[E]claim to be a prophet

[B]I just speak my mind

I t[A]try to tell it like it is

And sometimes G[E]God makes it rhyme

I like my so[E]songs how I like my women

Ho[B]Honest and to the point

You see I g[A]got fucked up in Stockholm

But I’ll be b[E]buried in Detroit

 

Chorus

Next to my f[E]father, and my fa[B]father’s father too

I used to l[A]live in New York City

But baby, that a[E]ain’t no substitute

Not for my hom[E]hometown

That pl[B]place people avoid

I’ve made lo[A]love in every city

But I’ll be b[E]buried in Detroit

 

Verse 3

You know I a[E]ain’t gon’ live forever

B[B]Baby, it won’t be long

At the wa[A]wake they’ll say

“He made a lot of mistakes,

But h[E]he could write hell of a song”

And I m[E]made, I made killing

Though I ne[B]never really was employed

I had a g[A]girl from San Diego

 

Outro

But I’ll be b[E]buried in

I killed a sh[E]show [B]in I[A]Indonesia

But I’ll be b[E]buried in

I made lo[E]love in [B]every ci[A]city

[A]But I[B]I’ll [A]be bu[E]buried in Detroit