Biography:
The Brothers Comatose is an American five-piece bluegrass band based in San Francisco, California. The band consists of brothers Ben and Alex Morrison, who play guitar and banjo respectively, along with Gio Benedetti on the bass, Philip Brezina with the violin, and Ryan Avellone on the Mandolin.
Ben Morrison and Alex Morrison are brothers. They have been making music together from birth. Ben's first word was 'front-man' and Alex's was 'moustache' (see band photo).
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[Intro]
Bm Gbm
I got sixteen bounties on this forehead of mine,
Bm Gbm
There's no chance I'm waiting so I might as well try,
Bm Gbm
That big red sun is about to go down,
E D
Well I guess it's high time I got the fuck out of town,
Bm D Gbm
Need to find a place where I can rest and be kind,
Bm D Gbm
Got too much lager stuck behind my eyes,
Bm D Gbm
Need to find a place in the middle of beyond,
E D
Well I tell you little angel, you'll never know I'm gone.
[Chorus]
Gbm A Bm
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
D
And the river sighs softly to her,
Gbm A Bm
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
D
And the city cries softly to her.
[Verse]
Bm D Gbm
Every day people are trying to find,
Bm D Gbm
Their perfect train to get them where they're going on time,
Bm D Gbm
For me, that's the hardest thing I've ever known,
E D
So watch for me walking down that big open road,
Bm D Gbm
If I don't pay attention I'll be a slave to my mind,
Bm D Gbm
Don't need to wait for all my stars to align,
Bm D Gbm
The silver dollar moon is the same as mine,
E D
She wants to hear it speak, but I just let it shine.
[Chorus]
Gbm A Bm
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
D
And the river sighs softly to her,
Gbm A Bm
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
D
And the city cries softly to her.
[Breakdown]
A F D
Well, sometimes you got to break from this world,
A F D
Sometimes a pretty girl does enough,
Pretty girl.
[Outro]
Gbm A Bm
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
D
And the river sighs softly to her,
Gbm A Bm
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
D
And the city cries softly to her.
Bm Gbm
I got sixteen bounties on this forehead of mine,
Bm Gbm
There's no chance I'm waiting so I might as well try,
Bm Gbm
That big red sun is about to go down,
E D
Well I guess it's high time I got the fuck out of town,
Bm D Gbm
Need to find a place where I can rest and be kind,
Bm D Gbm
Got too much lager stuck behind my eyes,
Bm D Gbm
Need to find a place in the middle of beyond,
E D
Well I tell you little angel, you'll never know I'm gone.
[Chorus]
Gbm A Bm
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
D
And the river sighs softly to her,
Gbm A Bm
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
D
And the city cries softly to her.
[Verse]
Bm D Gbm
Every day people are trying to find,
Bm D Gbm
Their perfect train to get them where they're going on time,
Bm D Gbm
For me, that's the hardest thing I've ever known,
E D
So watch for me walking down that big open road,
Bm D Gbm
If I don't pay attention I'll be a slave to my mind,
Bm D Gbm
Don't need to wait for all my stars to align,
Bm D Gbm
The silver dollar moon is the same as mine,
E D
She wants to hear it speak, but I just let it shine.
[Chorus]
Gbm A Bm
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
D
And the river sighs softly to her,
Gbm A Bm
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
D
And the city cries softly to her.
[Breakdown]
A F D
Well, sometimes you got to break from this world,
A F D
Sometimes a pretty girl does enough,
Pretty girl.
[Outro]
Gbm A Bm
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
D
And the river sighs softly to her,
Gbm A Bm
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
D
And the city cries softly to her.
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