Biography:
The Band Perry is an American country music band composed of Kimberly Perry (lead vocals, rhythm guitar, piano) and her two brothers: Reid Perry (bass guitar, background vocals) and Neil Perry (mandolin, drums, accordion, background vocals). They were born in Jackson,Mississippi and moved to Mobile,AL as early teens;eventually moving to Greeneville , Tenn. The trio owes its unique sound to its parents. "Most dads would be rocking their kids to sleep singing 'Rock-a-bye Baby,' " Kimberly says.
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- Better Dig Two
- If I Die Young
- You Lie
- Chainsaw
- Don’t Let Me Be Lonely
- Walk Me Down The Middle
- Back To Me Without You
- Comeback Kid
- Done
- Dont Let Me Be Lonely
- Double Heart
- End Of Time
- Forever Mine Nevermind
- Gentle On My Mind
- Gonna Be Okay
- Hey Love
- Hip To My Heart
- I Saw A Light
- Im A Keeper
- Independence
- It Burns For You
- Jimmy
- Lasso
- Live Forever
- Miss You Being Gone
- Mother Like Mine
- Night Gone Wasted
- Once Upon A Time
- Peaches And Caroline
- Pioneer
- Postcard From Paris
- Queen Maybelline
- Quittin You
- Stay In The Dark
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Capo 1
Enjoy! :) Any corrections, just let me know :)
Intro: C, F, C, F
C
Here I am standing firm,
F
As the ground shakes beneath me,
C F
I send you away with my own hand.
C F
I try and try to remember, that for now it's for the better,
C F
But there's a Southern kind of tragic blowing in.
Am F
Oh it feels like the beginning of the end.
C G Am
Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky,
F C G
And the sweet tea wells ran dry,
C G Am
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself,
F G C
But back home it's the end of time.
F, C, F
C
I'm scared to death, pick up your phone,
F
Outside I hear the bells ringing,
C F
Bringing ruin to all that we have ever known.
C
Pick up your phone, I need an answer,
F (F#m, F)
Come home and call off disaster,
C F
'Cause I fear tonight our Cotton Land might fall.
Am F
Oh I'm cracking like the plaster on the wall.
C G Am
Oh the Alabama moon fell from the sky,
F C G
And the sweet tea wells ran dry,
C G Am
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself,
F G (C)
But back home it's the end of time.
Am
F C
It's the end of time,
G E Am
Is it the end of all time,
D G
Or just the end of mine.
C G Am
Well all of the cotton, it died in the fields,
F C G
The little babies cried the blue from their eyes,
C G Am
Somewhere I'll bet you're living it up,
F G
So come home before the end,
C G Am
Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky,
F C G
And the sweet tea wells ran dry,
C G Am
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself,
F G C
But back home it's the end of time.
F C
Hey ey ey ey.
F C F
Come home, come home and be mine,
C F
Come home, come home.
C
Ooh ooh ooh,
F
Ooh ooh ooh ooh,
C
Ooh ooh ooh,
F
Ooh ooh ooh ooh,
C
Ooh ooh ooh,
F C
Ooh ooh ooh oooooh ooh.
Enjoy! :) Any corrections, just let me know :)
Intro: C, F, C, F
C
Here I am standing firm,
F
As the ground shakes beneath me,
C F
I send you away with my own hand.
C F
I try and try to remember, that for now it's for the better,
C F
But there's a Southern kind of tragic blowing in.
Am F
Oh it feels like the beginning of the end.
C G Am
Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky,
F C G
And the sweet tea wells ran dry,
C G Am
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself,
F G C
But back home it's the end of time.
F, C, F
C
I'm scared to death, pick up your phone,
F
Outside I hear the bells ringing,
C F
Bringing ruin to all that we have ever known.
C
Pick up your phone, I need an answer,
F (F#m, F)
Come home and call off disaster,
C F
'Cause I fear tonight our Cotton Land might fall.
Am F
Oh I'm cracking like the plaster on the wall.
C G Am
Oh the Alabama moon fell from the sky,
F C G
And the sweet tea wells ran dry,
C G Am
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself,
F G (C)
But back home it's the end of time.
Am
F C
It's the end of time,
G E Am
Is it the end of all time,
D G
Or just the end of mine.
C G Am
Well all of the cotton, it died in the fields,
F C G
The little babies cried the blue from their eyes,
C G Am
Somewhere I'll bet you're living it up,
F G
So come home before the end,
C G Am
Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky,
F C G
And the sweet tea wells ran dry,
C G Am
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself,
F G C
But back home it's the end of time.
F C
Hey ey ey ey.
F C F
Come home, come home and be mine,
C F
Come home, come home.
C
Ooh ooh ooh,
F
Ooh ooh ooh ooh,
C
Ooh ooh ooh,
F
Ooh ooh ooh ooh,
C
Ooh ooh ooh,
F C
Ooh ooh ooh oooooh ooh.
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