Biography:
Lambchop is an American alt-country band from Nashville, Tennessee, the capital of country music. Originally called Posterchild, the band (which formed in 1986) cannot easily be classified into a genre and certainly not into that of traditional country music. The collective around frontman Kurt Wagner has a fluid membership, at times including as many 18 musicians, and is frequently associated with alternative country. Lambchop’s music combines
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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!
[Intro]
F Bb Dm C
F Bb Dm
Am Gm Am Gm Am Gm Am C
[Verse]
F Bb Dm
The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and
C C7
Things to come
F Bb Dm
When this day is done you will collapse collapse into
C
(the funnel of) my arms
Am Gm Am
And as always they're not strong And as always you
Gm Am Gm Am
Do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut
C
Above the bleed
[Verse]
F Bb Dm C C7
April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah
F Bb Dm C
She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go
Am Gm Am Gm
And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue And
Am Gm Am C
it's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few
[Verse]
F Bb Dm
The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to
C C7
The ground, you're falling
F Am Dm
You and your masculine you forever benched sitting by
C C7
The dirty window
Am Gm
And I always, I'm very wrong
Am Gm
And I'm so into the blue
Am Gm
And it's so, if it's so
Am C
I just fly above the few
F C C G
[Coda]
F C G
Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the
F C G
Thing that's comfortable
F C
Purple peppers dirty rags make
G F C G F C
Your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow me
G F C G F C G F C G
Don't follow me don't follow me don't follow me
F Bb Dm C
F Bb Dm
Am Gm Am Gm Am Gm Am C
[Verse]
F Bb Dm
The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and
C C7
Things to come
F Bb Dm
When this day is done you will collapse collapse into
C
(the funnel of) my arms
Am Gm Am
And as always they're not strong And as always you
Gm Am Gm Am
Do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut
C
Above the bleed
[Verse]
F Bb Dm C C7
April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah
F Bb Dm C
She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go
Am Gm Am Gm
And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue And
Am Gm Am C
it's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few
[Verse]
F Bb Dm
The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to
C C7
The ground, you're falling
F Am Dm
You and your masculine you forever benched sitting by
C C7
The dirty window
Am Gm
And I always, I'm very wrong
Am Gm
And I'm so into the blue
Am Gm
And it's so, if it's so
Am C
I just fly above the few
F C C G
[Coda]
F C G
Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the
F C G
Thing that's comfortable
F C
Purple peppers dirty rags make
G F C G F C
Your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow me
G F C G F C G F C G
Don't follow me don't follow me don't follow me
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Lanae Hale
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Lance Major
Lance Miller