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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From the Album "Tonight at the Arizona"
It starts with the Ref.
C Em F C
Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose,
Em F C G
let me love you from behind, my darling.
C Em F C
Powder your nose, pull on your pantyhose,
Em F C G
we´re going down to my bout, my darling. at the end C
1.
C Em
Before the bell would ring
F C
he had a way like Errol Flynn,
Em F C G
as he sauntered to the ring with a sheet on.
C Em
But the late rounds scared the girl,
F C
heaven knows she thought the world of Lou,
Em F C G
it was hard to see him swaying in the neon.
C Em
Joey was a no-one,
F C
just some big dumb kid from Flushing.
Em F C G
He had a face like a ugly bull, always pouting.
C Em
He hit Louie kind of low
F C
and he stumbled on the ropes
Em F C G
as the bookies blocked the rows, shouting.
Ref.
2.
C Em
The blows were hard and loud,
F C
he could hardly hear the crowd
Em F C G
in the bleachers where they howled, the were cheering.
C Em
I remenber in the eight,
F C
it was clear that Lou was fading,
Em F C G
when somthing caught his eye by the ceiling.
C Em
He saw her as she spoke
F C
thought the shifty yelliw smoke,
Em F C G
she said: Louie you look bad, are you dying?
C Em
But Louie could not answer,
F C
his eyes were cast up to the rafters,
Em F C G
and they slowly sealed in silence.
Ref.
It starts with the Ref.
C Em F C
Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose,
Em F C G
let me love you from behind, my darling.
C Em F C
Powder your nose, pull on your pantyhose,
Em F C G
we´re going down to my bout, my darling. at the end C
1.
C Em
Before the bell would ring
F C
he had a way like Errol Flynn,
Em F C G
as he sauntered to the ring with a sheet on.
C Em
But the late rounds scared the girl,
F C
heaven knows she thought the world of Lou,
Em F C G
it was hard to see him swaying in the neon.
C Em
Joey was a no-one,
F C
just some big dumb kid from Flushing.
Em F C G
He had a face like a ugly bull, always pouting.
C Em
He hit Louie kind of low
F C
and he stumbled on the ropes
Em F C G
as the bookies blocked the rows, shouting.
Ref.
2.
C Em
The blows were hard and loud,
F C
he could hardly hear the crowd
Em F C G
in the bleachers where they howled, the were cheering.
C Em
I remenber in the eight,
F C
it was clear that Lou was fading,
Em F C G
when somthing caught his eye by the ceiling.
C Em
He saw her as she spoke
F C
thought the shifty yelliw smoke,
Em F C G
she said: Louie you look bad, are you dying?
C Em
But Louie could not answer,
F C
his eyes were cast up to the rafters,
Em F C G
and they slowly sealed in silence.
Ref.
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