Biography:
Fair to Midland were a progressive rock band formed in Sulphur Springs, Texas in 1998. They dissolved without any official statement.
Anyone who thinks the phrase “it’s all been done before” carries real weight clearly has yet to encounter Fair to Midland. Dark, heavy, moving, cryptic, progressive art rock collides with flourishes of old-school country, Americana and Delta Blues in their sound. These Lonestar boys' genre-defying and boundary
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The Wife, the Kids, and the White Picket Fence by Fair to Midland (Fables from a
Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True)
Tabbed by: Sludge
Am F C G
Mail order brides, turtlenecks, and trophy wives
Am F
Had the ways and means to breach
C G
The borders of easy street
C G
And to blend right in
C
We all surrounded them
F C
In a white picket fence
G C
Now both ends meet
(Chorus)
F
Sufficed to say there's a time and a place
C
So I wait
G Em
For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for
F Am
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
C G
That burns at both our good ends
Am F C G
2 peas in a pod, a battleaxe, and a bastard child
Am F
took one step more
C G
and went straight to the source
C G
and to blend right in
C
they opened fire with
F
their rain checks spent
C G C
to make ends meet
Chorus
F
Go on, paint the whole town red
C
I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess
G D
And so I wait.
Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True)
Tabbed by: Sludge
Am F C G
Mail order brides, turtlenecks, and trophy wives
Am F
Had the ways and means to breach
C G
The borders of easy street
C G
And to blend right in
C
We all surrounded them
F C
In a white picket fence
G C
Now both ends meet
(Chorus)
F
Sufficed to say there's a time and a place
C
So I wait
G Em
For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for
F Am
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
C G
That burns at both our good ends
Am F C G
2 peas in a pod, a battleaxe, and a bastard child
Am F
took one step more
C G
and went straight to the source
C G
and to blend right in
C
they opened fire with
F
their rain checks spent
C G C
to make ends meet
Chorus
F
Go on, paint the whole town red
C
I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess
G D
And so I wait.
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