Biography:
The Felice Brothers are a folk rock/country rock band from upstate New York founded in 2006. The band comprises five main members: Ian Felice (lead vocals, guitar, piano), David Turbeville (drums, vocals), James Felice (accordion, piano, organ), and Christmas (bass), previously a traveling dice player. They have been joined by Farley, a washboard player and fiddler, and others who at times had a horn section to the band. The brothers are from the Catskill Mountains of New York. They hail from Palenville, NY, twenty minutes from Woodstock.
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Other songs:
- The Devil Is Real
- Aerosol Ball
- All When We Were Young
- Back In The Dancehalls
- Ballad Of Lou The Welterweight
- Ballad Of Lou Welterweight
- Bird On Broken Wing
- Boy From Lawrence County
- Carriage
- Cherry Licorice
- Christmas Song
- Constituents
- Cooperstown
- Country Ham
- Cumberland Gap
- Dancing On The Wing
- Dead Dog
- Diamond Bell
- Dont Wake The Scarecrow
- Dream On
- Forever Green
- Frankies Gun
- Greatest Show On Earth
- Her Eyes Dart Around
- Hey Hey Revolver
- Jack At The Asylum
- Katie Dear
- Lady Day
- Life In The Dark
- Lincoln Continental
- Little Ann
- Love Me Tenderly
- Marie
- Meadow Of A Dream
- Mercy
- Murder By Mistletoe
- Oliver Stone
- Oxycontin
- Penn Station
- Plunder
- Ponzi
- Radio Song
- Rise And Shine
- River Jordan
- Rockefeller Druglaw Blues
- Roll On Arte
- Ruby Mae
- Run Chicken Run
- Saturday Night
- Sell The House
- Silver In The Shadow
- Steal A Memory
- The Mating Of The Doves
- Tip Your Way
- Trouble Been Hard
- Whiskey In My Whiskey
- White Limo
- Wonderful Life
- Your Belly In My Arms
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Capo on 4
Standard tuning
Cadd2/B
e|------
B|--1---
G|------
D|------
A|--2---
E|------
C Em G F
Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose,
C Cadd2/B F C G
let me love you from behind, my darling.
C Em G F
Powder your nose, pull on your pantyhose,
C Cadd2/B F C G
we´re going down to my bout, my darling.
(Same chord progression throughout)
Before the bell would ring
he had a way like Errol Flynn
as he sauntered to the ring
with a sheet on.
But the late rounds scared the girl,
heaven knows she thought the world of Lou,
it was hard to see him swaying
in the neon.
Joey was a no-one,
just some big dumb kid from Flushing.
He had a face like an ugly bull,
always pouting.
He hit Louie kind of low
and he stumbled on the ropes
as the bookies blocked the rows,
shouting.
Powder your nose,
pull off your pantyhose,
let me love you from behind,
my Darling.
Powder your nose,
pull on your pantyhose,
we're going down to my bout,
my Darling.
The blows were hard and loud,
he could hardly hear the crowd
in the bleachers where they howled,
they were cheering.
I remember in the eighth,
it was clear that Lou was fading,
when something caught his eye
by the ceiling.
He saw her as she spoke
through the shifty yellow smoke,
she said: Louie you look bad,
are you dying?
But Louie could not answer,
his eyes were cast up to the rafters,
and then they slowly sealed
in silence.
Powder your nose,
pull off your pantyhose,
let me love you from behind,
my Darling.
Powder your nose,
pull on your pantyhose,
we're going down to my bout,
my Darling.
e-mail: [email protected]
Standard tuning
Cadd2/B
e|------
B|--1---
G|------
D|------
A|--2---
E|------
C Em G F
Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose,
C Cadd2/B F C G
let me love you from behind, my darling.
C Em G F
Powder your nose, pull on your pantyhose,
C Cadd2/B F C G
we´re going down to my bout, my darling.
(Same chord progression throughout)
Before the bell would ring
he had a way like Errol Flynn
as he sauntered to the ring
with a sheet on.
But the late rounds scared the girl,
heaven knows she thought the world of Lou,
it was hard to see him swaying
in the neon.
Joey was a no-one,
just some big dumb kid from Flushing.
He had a face like an ugly bull,
always pouting.
He hit Louie kind of low
and he stumbled on the ropes
as the bookies blocked the rows,
shouting.
Powder your nose,
pull off your pantyhose,
let me love you from behind,
my Darling.
Powder your nose,
pull on your pantyhose,
we're going down to my bout,
my Darling.
The blows were hard and loud,
he could hardly hear the crowd
in the bleachers where they howled,
they were cheering.
I remember in the eighth,
it was clear that Lou was fading,
when something caught his eye
by the ceiling.
He saw her as she spoke
through the shifty yellow smoke,
she said: Louie you look bad,
are you dying?
But Louie could not answer,
his eyes were cast up to the rafters,
and then they slowly sealed
in silence.
Powder your nose,
pull off your pantyhose,
let me love you from behind,
my Darling.
Powder your nose,
pull on your pantyhose,
we're going down to my bout,
my Darling.
e-mail: [email protected]
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