Kunci Ukulele Bruce Springsteen – Ill work for your love Versi 1

^FPour me a drink The^Amresa in one of those ^Fglasses ^Amyou've dust ^Goff ^FAnd I'll ^Gwatch the bones ^Fin your ^Fback, like the ^FStations of the ^GCross^{Gsus2 G} A^Fround your hair the sun lifts a ^Amhalo, at your ^Flips a ^Amcrown of ^Gthorns ^FWhatever ^Gother ^Fdeal's gone down, to ^Amthis one I'm ^Gsworn^{Gsus2 G}

^FI'll work ^Gfor your ^Flove dear, ^FI'll work ^Gfor your ^Flove ^FWhat ^Gothers may ^Fwant for ^Amfree, ^FI'll work ^Gfor your ^Flove

The ^Fdust of civili^Amzations, ^Fand love's ^Amsweet re^Gmains ^FSlip off your ^Gfingers and come ^Fdriftin' down like ^Grain^{Gsus2 G} The ^Fpages of Reve^Amlation lie open in your ^Fempty ^Ameyes of ^Gblue ^FI watch you ^Gslip that ^Fcomb through your hair, and ^Amthis I promise ^Gyou^{Gsus2 G}

^FI'll work ^Gfor your ^Flove dear, ^FI'll work ^Gfor your ^Flove ^FWhat ^Gothers may ^Fwant for ^Amfree, ^FI'll work ^Gfor your ^Flove

Your ^Gtears they fill the ^Amrosary at your ^Ffeet, my ^Gtemple of ^Fbones ^GHere in this per^Fdition we go ^Fon and ^Gon

Now I've ^Fseen earth pieces ^Amcrumbled and our ^Fbook of ^Amfaith's been ^Gtossed And ^FI'm just ^Gout here ^Fsearching for my own ^Gpiece of the cross^{Gsus2 G} A ^Flate afternoon sun ^Amfills the room with a ^Fmist of the ^AmGarden before the ^GFall

I ^Fwatch your ^Ghands smooth the ^Ffront of your blouse and ^Amseven drops of blood ^Gfal^Gsus2l ^FI'll work ^Gfor your ^Flove dear, ^FI'll work ^Gfor your ^Flove ^FWhat ^Gothers may ^Fwant for ^Amfree, ^FI'll work ^Gfor your ^FWhat ^Gothers may ^Fwant for ^Amfree, ^FI'll work ^Gfor your ^FWhat ^Gothers may ^Fwant for ^Amfree, ^FI'll work ^Gfor your ^Flove