Табулатура в формате Guitar Pro , содержащая следующие дорожки:
Vocal
Lead 5 (charang]
Bass
Acoustic Bass
Drums
Drums
Guitar 1
Electric Guitar (jazz]
Guitar 2
Electric Guitar (jazz]
Guitar 3 (dist.)
Overdriven Guitar
Guitar 4 (slight dist.)
Overdriven Guitar
Guitar 5 (dist. and wah)
Overdriven Guitar
Guitar 6 (dist. and wah)
Overdriven Guitar
Guitar 7 (dist.)
Overdriven Guitar
Guitar 8 (dist.)
Overdriven Guitar
Guitar 9 (dist.)
Overdriven Guitar
Guitar 10 (dist.)
Overdriven Guitar
Guitar 10 octave
Overdriven Guitar
Guitar 11 (dist.)
Overdriven Guitar
Guitar 11 octave
Overdriven Guitar
Guitar 12 (dist.)
Overdriven Guitar
Guitar 12 octave
Overdriven Guitar
Guitar 13 (dist.)
Overdriven Guitar
Guitar 14 (dist.)
Overdriven Guitar
Guitar 15 (dist.)
Overdriven Guitar
Текст
[VERSE 1] 1.+Get-ting born + in the state of Mis-sis-sip-pi, pa -pa was a cop-per and her ma-ma was a hip-pie In Al-a-bam-a, she + would swing a ham-mer. Price you got-ta pay + when you break the pan-o-ra-ma. She nev-er knew that there was an-y-thing more + than poor. What in the world does your com-pa-ny take + me for? [VERSE 2] 2.+Black ba-dan-na, sweet Lou-i-si-an-a, rob-bin' on a bank + in the state of In-di-an-a. She's a run-ner, reb-el, and a stun-ner, on her mer-ry way, + say-in', "Ba-by, what-cha gon-na?" Look-ing down the bar-rel of a hot met-al for -ty-five Just an-oth-er way to sur-vive. Cal-i-for-nia, [CHORUS 1] rest in peace. Si-mul-ta-ne-ous re-lease Cal-i-for-nia, show your teeth. She's my priest-ess, I'm your priest, + + yeah, + + yeah. + + [VERSE 3] 3.+She's a lov-er, ba -by, and a fight-er Should-a seen her com-in' when it got a lit-tle bright-er. With a name like Dan -i Cal-i-for-nia,+(the) day + was gon-na come + when I + was gon-na mourne + ya. A lit-tle load-ed, she was steal-in' an-other -er breath. I love my ba-by to death + Cal-i-for-nia, [CHORUS 2] rest in peace. Si-mul-ta-ne-ous re-lease Cal-i-for-nia, show your teeth. She's my priest-ess, I'm your priest, + + yeah, + + yeah. + + [BRIDGE] Who knew the oth-er side of you? Who know what oth-ers dies to prove? Too true to say good-bye to you. Too true to say, + say, + say... + [VERSE 4] 4.+Push the fad-er, gift -ed an-i-ma-tor one for the now + and e-lev-en for the la-ter. Ne-ver made it up to Min-ne-so-ta, North Da-ko-ta man + was a gun-in' for the quo-ta. Down in the Bad-lands, she was sav-in' the best + for last. It on-ly hurts when I laugh. Gone too fast. Cal-i-for-nia, [CHORUS 3] rest in peace. Si-mul-ta-ne-ous re-lease Cal-i-for-nia, show your teeth. She's my priest-ess, I'm your priest, + + yeah, + + yeah. + + Cal-i-for-nia, rest in peace. Si-mul-ta-ne-ous re-lease Cal-i-for-nia, show your teeth. She's my priest-ess, I'm your priest, + + yeah, + + yeah. + +