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Joan Osborne — One of us

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Разбор песни НА ГИТАРЕ в Родной тональности Фа минор диез (F#m)

_______________ВСE ПECНИ ♦ JOAN OSBORNE ♦
SmokieFm#-1 D-1 A-1 E-1 Dmaj7(2)
Вступление: — 2 раза
| F#m D | A E | F#m D | A E |

F#m                D        A                            E
If God had a name,__what would it be and would you
F#m                D     A                        E
Сall it to his face,__If you were faced with him
F#m             D    A                                E
Іn all his Glory__What would you ask if you had
F#m             D         | A E |
Just one question?

_    _D      Dsus2  E
And yeah, yeah, God is great,
D        Dsus2  E
Уeah, yeah, God is good
D      Dsus2  E
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

_        _F#m          D             | A E |
What if God was one of us,
_      _F#m        D              | A E |
Just a slob like one of us,
_       _F#m       D            A
Just a stranger on the bus,
_               _E                   | F#m D | A E |
Тrying to make his way home.

2 куплет
If God had a face what would it look like and would
You want to see, if seeing meant that you would
Have to believe, in things like heaven and in
Jesus and the Saints and all the Prophets

And yeah, yeah, God is great,
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if God was one of us,
Just a slob like one of us,
Just a stranger on the bus,
Trying to make his way home
Trying to make his way home,
Back up to heaven all alone,
Nobody calling on the phone,
_                    _E                         D→
‘cept for the Pope maybe in Rome.

Проигрыш
| D | E | D | E | D | E |
| F#m D | A E | F#m D | A E |
| F#m D | A E | F#m D | A E |

_    _Dmaj7            E
And yeah, yeah, God is great,
Dmaj7            E
Уeah, yeah, God is good
Dmaj7           E
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if God was one of us,
just a slob like one of us,
just a stranger on the bus,
trying to make his way home
Trying to make his way home,
Back up to heaven all alone,
Nobody calling on the phone,
‘cept for the Pope maybe in Rome.