Biography:
Slobberbone is an American alt-country band from Denton, Texas that formed in 1994. Slobberbone has toured across america many times, and developed a reputation as a great live band. Consisting of Brent Best (guitar, vocals), Jess Barr (lead guitar), Brian Lane (bassist), and drummer Tony Harper (Although their lineup changed over the years).
The band released four albums, Crow Pot Pie, Barrel Chested, Everything You Thought Was Right Was Wrong Today, and Slippage.
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Front Porch - Brent Best (thanks to Gregor Anderson) Recorded version is in G
[Verse 1]
D G D
Driven to silence but I'm drowning in sin
G A
My mandolin hangs on the wall once again
D F#m
I can't seem to find the right words from within
G A D
But I won't be looking for long
[Verse 2]
D G D
There comes a time when nothing seems clear
G A
When you're passed out on the front porch with a head full of beer
D F#m
Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear
G A D
But I won't be thinking for long
[Verse 3]
D G D
So many years ago when I was pure
G A
I was drunk on direction but afflicted with a cure
D F#m
For all ailments cynical, that's how things were
G A D
But I didn't stay drunk for too long
[Verse 4]
D G D
Notions and knowledge came and sobered me up
G A
I sipped from their bottle and I slammed a whole cup
D F#m
That swill seemed to sit well, but I should've thrown it up
G A D
'Cause it didn't sit well for too long
[Middle 8]
Bm G A
I was a fool, I was stupid because
Bm G A
I was mistaking knowledge for just a good buzz
Bm G
Five years drunk on wine and words and wit
Em A
Served by cynics and charlatans, they were all full of shit
[Middle 8]
Bm G A
Empty cans of frustration and cans of regret
Bm G A
Line the living room floor that you've often swept
Bm G
Pop another one open and retch at the stench
Em A
It's a hard drink to swallow for a thirst you can't quench
[Verse 5]
D G D
But there'll, there'll come a time when it all seems clear
G A
When your passed out on the front porch with your head full of beer
D F#m
Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear
G A D
But I won't be clouded for long
[Verse 6]
D G D
Now I'm driven to silence and I'm drowning in sin
G A
My mandolin hangs on the wall once again
D F#m
I can't seem to find the right words from within
G A D
But I won't be looking for long
D F#m
I'll stink of drink till I let you in
G A D
Then I won't be stinking for long
G A D
No, I won't be stinking for long
[Verse 1]
D G D
Driven to silence but I'm drowning in sin
G A
My mandolin hangs on the wall once again
D F#m
I can't seem to find the right words from within
G A D
But I won't be looking for long
[Verse 2]
D G D
There comes a time when nothing seems clear
G A
When you're passed out on the front porch with a head full of beer
D F#m
Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear
G A D
But I won't be thinking for long
[Verse 3]
D G D
So many years ago when I was pure
G A
I was drunk on direction but afflicted with a cure
D F#m
For all ailments cynical, that's how things were
G A D
But I didn't stay drunk for too long
[Verse 4]
D G D
Notions and knowledge came and sobered me up
G A
I sipped from their bottle and I slammed a whole cup
D F#m
That swill seemed to sit well, but I should've thrown it up
G A D
'Cause it didn't sit well for too long
[Middle 8]
Bm G A
I was a fool, I was stupid because
Bm G A
I was mistaking knowledge for just a good buzz
Bm G
Five years drunk on wine and words and wit
Em A
Served by cynics and charlatans, they were all full of shit
[Middle 8]
Bm G A
Empty cans of frustration and cans of regret
Bm G A
Line the living room floor that you've often swept
Bm G
Pop another one open and retch at the stench
Em A
It's a hard drink to swallow for a thirst you can't quench
[Verse 5]
D G D
But there'll, there'll come a time when it all seems clear
G A
When your passed out on the front porch with your head full of beer
D F#m
Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear
G A D
But I won't be clouded for long
[Verse 6]
D G D
Now I'm driven to silence and I'm drowning in sin
G A
My mandolin hangs on the wall once again
D F#m
I can't seem to find the right words from within
G A D
But I won't be looking for long
D F#m
I'll stink of drink till I let you in
G A D
Then I won't be stinking for long
G A D
No, I won't be stinking for long
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