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If I Could Make It Tab

by Kevin Max


ALBUM: "Canticle Of The Plains"


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Esta es mi versión, espero que les guste. Si escuchan bien la canción notaran que 
salvo por pocos detalles las notas estan totalmente correctas.


Verse 1
                                   
 I sit on a piano stool and I make up songs for these men who 
                                             
come in with dust on their faces and mud on their boots
                                
From these places that I'll never go.
                                 
 I sleep in a rented bed with a woman who gives me
                                                  
what little I get of the love that we'd like to imagine is left
                               
Of the love that we never did know
                                                        
 I slip out and scribble a note that reads like a million books 
         ()                   ()                       
 It's a four cent nickel for my dime store theme, but it sure reads good 

Chorus 1
                                  
And If I could make it work in life 
                 
Like it works on paper
                      
If the love that I describe 
                     
Could be anything but words
                              
Then I would wipe my eyes  I'd dry this ink
                       
I'd trade my pen in on a pair of wings
                       
And I would... I would fly
                               
If I could only make it work in life 

Verse2
                                            
And at the end of every night I add up the tips that I count for what might
                                   
not come down to a thing that amounts to a lie
                             
And the sum of it all I'm afraid
                                                   
 Is less then what I know I need to slip beneath the surface of my forgeries 
                                        
Where I buried my hopes where sometimes my dreams
                            
Still stir me and steal me away. 
                                                        
 And I can still hear Dineh Bikeyah call just like we were kids
      ()               ()                  
I could tell you all about it in a song  But Lord I wish...

Chorus2
                              
 ...that I could make it work in life 
                 
Like it works on paper
                      
If the love that I describe 
                     
Could be anything but words
                              
Then I would wipe my eyes  I'd dry this ink
                       
I'd trade my pen in on a pair of wings
                       
And I would... Fly
                                         
If I could only make it work in life 
                        
If I could only make it work... in life.