Biography:
Shelby Lynne (born Shelby Lynn Moorer, October 22, 1968, Quantico, Virginia) is an American singer, songwriter and actress.
Lynne's first recording for Epic was a duet with George Jones, "If I Could Bottle This Up", which became a top-50 hit in 1988. In 2000 she won a Grammy award for "Best New Artist", despite the fact that she had been recording and releasing records for more than ten years
With Tears, Lies, and Alibis the follow-up to 2008's Just A Little Lovin' and the first release on her own label
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Other songs:
- Black Light Blue
- Dreamsome
- Gotta Be Better
- Gotta Get Back
- Heavens Only Days Down The Road
- Hurt Im Leavin
- I Wont Die Alone
- I Wont Leave You
- If I Was Smart
- If I Were Smart
- Jesus On A Greyhound
- Killin Kind
- Life Is Bad
- Looking Up
- Sleep
- The Thief
- Things Are Tough All Over
- Wall In Your Heart
- Where Im From
- Why Cant You Be
- You Dont Have A Heart
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(written by Shelby Lynne, Bill Botrell and Roger Fritz)
A G
Waste away to nothin' in a dark dusty tomb
A G
Lookin' for the traces of what used to be a room
A G
Wipe away the blood from a tormented brow
A G
Solve the wicked problem never asking how
A G
Rock the sinking vessel till it rests on the bottom
A G
Count the waves of water don't remember forgot them
A G
Taste the stench of livin' on thin dimes and a dream
A G
Opening an ear to a painful silent scream
A C->B D->C->A
Oh life is bad
A C->B D->C->A
Oh no, worst I ever had
A G
Ache and writhe in agony like a vise on aging bones
A G
Tar and acid drip from an ice cram cone
A G
Holding onto a wind that chases the hell
A G
Fallin' in the darkness of an inner descending well
A G
Caress transparent night as a demon with a sword
A G
Speak with an eloquence never saying a word
A G
Look into the clarity then erase it with the muck
A G
Lying in a pool of conciousness no such thing as luck
A G
To being a beginner, to inventing the end
A G
To livin' with a strangler never a friend
A G
Saddle slobbering beast trouble is abound
A G
Ride the devil's bronco never hit the ground
A G
Waste away to nothin' in a dark dusty tomb
A G
Lookin' for the traces of what used to be a room
A G
Wipe away the blood from a tormented brow
A G
Solve the wicked problem never asking how
A G
Rock the sinking vessel till it rests on the bottom
A G
Count the waves of water don't remember forgot them
A G
Taste the stench of livin' on thin dimes and a dream
A G
Opening an ear to a painful silent scream
A C->B D->C->A
Oh life is bad
A C->B D->C->A
Oh no, worst I ever had
A G
Ache and writhe in agony like a vise on aging bones
A G
Tar and acid drip from an ice cram cone
A G
Holding onto a wind that chases the hell
A G
Fallin' in the darkness of an inner descending well
A G
Caress transparent night as a demon with a sword
A G
Speak with an eloquence never saying a word
A G
Look into the clarity then erase it with the muck
A G
Lying in a pool of conciousness no such thing as luck
A G
To being a beginner, to inventing the end
A G
To livin' with a strangler never a friend
A G
Saddle slobbering beast trouble is abound
A G
Ride the devil's bronco never hit the ground
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