Biography:
#1 The Moonlighters were an American rock and roll group with singer and guitarist Curtis Wren and guitarist Joe Snyder. They recorded in 1958 "Rock-A-Bayou Baby" and "Broken Heart".
#2 The Moonlighters a 1920s & '30s jazz-themed group fronted by Bliss Blood, formed in 1998. The Moonlighters have released 4 cds on their own label, Onliest Records, and released a 5th cd on WorldSound Records on July 14, 2009, and have toured Germany four times.
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
B Em Am B Em Am C B Em
[Verse 1]
Em Am
It's a dirt road life down at dusty road
B Em
Each morning I watch the sunrise.
Em Am
Old dirt road factoried at home,
B Em
Beneath the ashy black smoke-filled skies.
B Em
Dirt road life and as I walk alone the jet gets in my eyes
B Em
it folds me like a dusty cloak of cope it seems to choke my very soul.
[Chorus]
E Am Em
And I can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
B Em
but it's stuck there inside like a scar on my heart
Am Em
can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
F# B
but it's stuck there inside like a scar...
[Verse 2]
Em Am
In the dirt road is my life in the dust and grime
B Em
one footprint at a time in the dust and grime.
Em Am
Home to the factory through the plight,
B Em
each step a sigh and a silent night.
B
And the factory's lights a thousand sightless sites
Em
they stare into my soul.
B
Thus they'll forever never see my plight,
Em
they'll only see the blackness there.
[Chorus]
E Am Em
Deep inside and I can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
B Em
but it's stuck there inside like a scar on my heart.
Am Em
Can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
F# B
but it's stuck there inside like a scar...
B Em Am B Em Am C B Em
[Verse 1]
Em Am
It's a dirt road life down at dusty road
B Em
Each morning I watch the sunrise.
Em Am
Old dirt road factoried at home,
B Em
Beneath the ashy black smoke-filled skies.
B Em
Dirt road life and as I walk alone the jet gets in my eyes
B Em
it folds me like a dusty cloak of cope it seems to choke my very soul.
[Chorus]
E Am Em
And I can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
B Em
but it's stuck there inside like a scar on my heart
Am Em
can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
F# B
but it's stuck there inside like a scar...
[Verse 2]
Em Am
In the dirt road is my life in the dust and grime
B Em
one footprint at a time in the dust and grime.
Em Am
Home to the factory through the plight,
B Em
each step a sigh and a silent night.
B
And the factory's lights a thousand sightless sites
Em
they stare into my soul.
B
Thus they'll forever never see my plight,
Em
they'll only see the blackness there.
[Chorus]
E Am Em
Deep inside and I can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
B Em
but it's stuck there inside like a scar on my heart.
Am Em
Can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
F# B
but it's stuck there inside like a scar...
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