Biography:
Led by singer-songwriter Scott Terry, Red Wanting Blue is proudly based in Columbus, Ohio, but might as well be America’s local band. For years, the group had been hiding in plain sight as Terry went about logging thousands of miles on the road throughout the nation’s heartland, making fans the hard way – one at a time. With only the aid of word of mouth, hard work and perseverance, Red Wanting Blue has established an exceedingly loyal following
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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: D
D G A D
I am a blurred out background spot, in that photo on your wall
D G A D
I'm of little significance, to anyone here at all
D G A D
I'm just a man with no roots, borrowed songs and busted boots
D G A
Always broke but on the move, hey hey
One Strum:*
D* G* A*
I am a tourist in your sunny day, like a babysitter
D* G* A*
When I see your dog smile, I cry inside a little
Chorus:
D G A D
But it's just so much to touch, but never enough to hold
D G A D
When you live your life, through postcards and telephones
D G A D
Just like the wind blowing through or that train going choochoo
D G A D
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess I'll be seeing you
D G A
We were born with walking shoes
D G A D
God bless my soul as I take his name in vain
D G A D
We are cursed to be travelers, in search of fame
D G A D
So when we hit the hollywood hills we're gonna scream our names
D G A
Hoping one day that they’ll echooooo
D* G* A*
We are the tourists in your sunny day, both sweet and bitter
D* G* A*
And life’s just a work in progress, it makes us sigh a little
Chorus:
D G A D
Cause it's just so much to touch, but never enough to hold
D G A D
When you live your life, through postcards and telephones
D G A D
Just like the wind blowing through or that train going choochoo
D G A Bm
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess I'll be seeing you
Bridge:
Bm G D F# Bm G D A-Asus2-Asus4-A
Ahhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Chorus:
D G A D
So much to touch, but never enough to hold
D G A D
When you live your life, through postcards and telephones
D G A D
Just like the wind blowing through or that train going choochoo
D G A D
We were born with walking shoooooes
D G A D
So much to touch, but never enough to hold.
D G A D
You can live your life like Mr. Dylan’s rolling stone
D G A D
He left the answers on the wind, and behind that choochoo
D G A D
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess I’ll be seeing you
D G A D
We were born with walking shoes, America we’ll be seeing you,
D G A D
Only ever passing through, so I guess we'll be seeing you
D G A
We were born with walking shoes
D* G* A* D*
I am a blurred out background spot, in that photo on your wall
D G A D
I am a blurred out background spot, in that photo on your wall
D G A D
I'm of little significance, to anyone here at all
D G A D
I'm just a man with no roots, borrowed songs and busted boots
D G A
Always broke but on the move, hey hey
One Strum:*
D* G* A*
I am a tourist in your sunny day, like a babysitter
D* G* A*
When I see your dog smile, I cry inside a little
Chorus:
D G A D
But it's just so much to touch, but never enough to hold
D G A D
When you live your life, through postcards and telephones
D G A D
Just like the wind blowing through or that train going choochoo
D G A D
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess I'll be seeing you
D G A
We were born with walking shoes
D G A D
God bless my soul as I take his name in vain
D G A D
We are cursed to be travelers, in search of fame
D G A D
So when we hit the hollywood hills we're gonna scream our names
D G A
Hoping one day that they’ll echooooo
D* G* A*
We are the tourists in your sunny day, both sweet and bitter
D* G* A*
And life’s just a work in progress, it makes us sigh a little
Chorus:
D G A D
Cause it's just so much to touch, but never enough to hold
D G A D
When you live your life, through postcards and telephones
D G A D
Just like the wind blowing through or that train going choochoo
D G A Bm
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess I'll be seeing you
Bridge:
Bm G D F# Bm G D A-Asus2-Asus4-A
Ahhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Chorus:
D G A D
So much to touch, but never enough to hold
D G A D
When you live your life, through postcards and telephones
D G A D
Just like the wind blowing through or that train going choochoo
D G A D
We were born with walking shoooooes
D G A D
So much to touch, but never enough to hold.
D G A D
You can live your life like Mr. Dylan’s rolling stone
D G A D
He left the answers on the wind, and behind that choochoo
D G A D
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess I’ll be seeing you
D G A D
We were born with walking shoes, America we’ll be seeing you,
D G A D
Only ever passing through, so I guess we'll be seeing you
D G A
We were born with walking shoes
D* G* A* D*
I am a blurred out background spot, in that photo on your wall
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