Biography:
Hellbound Glory is pure Scumbag Country, as real as the grime and grit on old abandoned buildings in the towns like Reno NV, Butte MT, Aberdeen WA, and Fresno CA that the members of the band grew up in. The band began in the summer of 2004 and after a few line up changes and countless gigs in divebars and honky tonks throughout northern Nevada they arrived at a solid line up and began to travel where ever anyone wanted to hear their honest Scumbag Country.
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This is a tab based off the official chords taken from the music video from the band itself.
CHORDS:
G (320033)
C (032010)
D (000232)
Em (022000)
VERSE 1:
G
Well momma never was no angel,
C
Daddy never was no saint
G
There ain't a pretty childhood picture
D
these family lines can paint
G
This ain't no sob story
C
This ain't no complaint
G
Hell, I'm proud of who I am
D G
Proud of what I ain't
CHORUS:
C
Cause I was born a bastard child,
G
Daddy run off and momma run wild
D
I got a crooked cowboy smile
G
I walk a crooked country mile
C
Coulda done worse, shoulda done better
G
Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,
D
I ain't prince or a pile,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
VERSE 2:
G
I was a fathers only son of a bitch
C
one the family never claimed
G
and you can bet I didn't grow up rich
D
and never really had a last name
G
I bear the mark of the bastard child
C
but I wear it with no shame
G
for any good or bad I've done
D G
I'll take the credit and the blame
CHORUS:
C
Cause I was born a bastard child,
G
Daddy run off and momma run wild
D
I got a crooked cowboy smile
G
I walk a crooked country mile
C
Coulda done worse, shoulda done better
G
Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,
D
I ain't prince or a pile,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
BRIDGE:
Em
Well I'm a son of the earth
G
a real bad seed
D
All I'll ever be worth
G
is all I'll ever need
C
I'm just thankful for my birth
D
and for my family
or else I wouldn't be me
CHORUS:
C
Cause I was born a bastard child,
G
Daddy run off and momma run wild
D
I got a crooked cowboy smile
G
I walk a crooked country mile
C
Coulda done worse, shoulda done better
G
Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,
D
I ain't prince or a pile,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
D
I grew up fast, grew up wild,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
CHORDS:
G (320033)
C (032010)
D (000232)
Em (022000)
VERSE 1:
G
Well momma never was no angel,
C
Daddy never was no saint
G
There ain't a pretty childhood picture
D
these family lines can paint
G
This ain't no sob story
C
This ain't no complaint
G
Hell, I'm proud of who I am
D G
Proud of what I ain't
CHORUS:
C
Cause I was born a bastard child,
G
Daddy run off and momma run wild
D
I got a crooked cowboy smile
G
I walk a crooked country mile
C
Coulda done worse, shoulda done better
G
Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,
D
I ain't prince or a pile,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
VERSE 2:
G
I was a fathers only son of a bitch
C
one the family never claimed
G
and you can bet I didn't grow up rich
D
and never really had a last name
G
I bear the mark of the bastard child
C
but I wear it with no shame
G
for any good or bad I've done
D G
I'll take the credit and the blame
CHORUS:
C
Cause I was born a bastard child,
G
Daddy run off and momma run wild
D
I got a crooked cowboy smile
G
I walk a crooked country mile
C
Coulda done worse, shoulda done better
G
Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,
D
I ain't prince or a pile,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
BRIDGE:
Em
Well I'm a son of the earth
G
a real bad seed
D
All I'll ever be worth
G
is all I'll ever need
C
I'm just thankful for my birth
D
and for my family
or else I wouldn't be me
CHORUS:
C
Cause I was born a bastard child,
G
Daddy run off and momma run wild
D
I got a crooked cowboy smile
G
I walk a crooked country mile
C
Coulda done worse, shoulda done better
G
Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,
D
I ain't prince or a pile,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
D
I grew up fast, grew up wild,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
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