Biography:
the everybodyfields were an independent folk/country band from Johnson City, Tennessee. Band-members Sam Quinn and Jill Andrews met in 1999. When the everybodyfields released their first album in July of 2004, half-way there:electricity and the South, they introduced their listeners to a quietly-intense corner of the listening room. The same sound, deeply rooted in americana, bluegrass, and classic country, fills their sophomore release, Plague of Dreams, a folk ocean with crystal blue waters that run deep.
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Chords - G, Bm, C, Am7 (or Am, whatever you like)
Intro (or a close aproximation)
E|----------------|
B|----------------|
G|--------------0-|
D|---------0h2----|
A|--0h2/4---------|
E|----------------|
G Bm C Am7
Two days and money spent. I can't tell yous where I been. I only gamble when
C G
I steal, but I like the way it feels. And my hands still smell like a
Bm C Am7
magazine. I keep having the same old dreams. Everything is what it seems,
C G
somethings wrong and I'm off to sleep.
White knuckles on a baseball bat and I know just where I'm at. The sun shone like
David Copperfield. Daddy tell me it's not real. Two feet knee deep in doubt.
Around the bases and at home I'm out. But if you're never home I doubt that you
will ever see me out.
The parking lot is a hiding place, cause under the cars you can't see my face.
Intro (or a close aproximation)
E|----------------|
B|----------------|
G|--------------0-|
D|---------0h2----|
A|--0h2/4---------|
E|----------------|
G Bm C Am7
Two days and money spent. I can't tell yous where I been. I only gamble when
C G
I steal, but I like the way it feels. And my hands still smell like a
Bm C Am7
magazine. I keep having the same old dreams. Everything is what it seems,
C G
somethings wrong and I'm off to sleep.
White knuckles on a baseball bat and I know just where I'm at. The sun shone like
David Copperfield. Daddy tell me it's not real. Two feet knee deep in doubt.
Around the bases and at home I'm out. But if you're never home I doubt that you
will ever see me out.
The parking lot is a hiding place, cause under the cars you can't see my face.
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