Biography:
Frontman Michael Hobby (23) and lead guitarist Bill Satcher (22), the co-founders and creative conspirators of A Thousand Horses, have been crafting rock music infused with traditional American flavors of the southeastern US for over half a decade. A Thousand Horses blends blues, R and B, and good old slashing guitars, bass & drums in an elixir that comes out tasting of Small Faces and “Exile”-era Rolling Stones.
The two became good friends after meeting in a local music store back in 2003 in their hometown of Newberry, SC.
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G Am C D
[Verse 1]
G
I'm either all in or all out
Bm
I'm in the wooden pew Sunday party crowd
Em
If no one else will drink it then you know I will
C
And wake up in the morning with some Baptist guilt
[Verse 2]
G
Every tattoo's got a story to tell
Bm
Mama said she's prayin' hard to keep me outta hell
Em
But whiskey tastes better when you chase it with a beer
C
But I ain't telling nothing new to nobody here
[Chorus]
G
If I'm preachin' to the choir
Am
Raise your hands a little higher
C D
If you wanna sing along to a Saturday night revival song
G
Let me see you sparking up your lighters
Am
Pour a little payday on the fire
C
If you're a forty drinking, forty working, living the dream
D
Then you're just like me
G Am C D
And I'm preachin' to the choir
[Verse 3]
G
I ain't rich but I'm grateful
Bm
Every time I'm driving with a tank full
Em
"Simple Man" coming through the dashboard speakers
C
I'm a southern rock sinner, believer
[Chorus]
G
If I'm preachin' to the choir
Am
Raise your hands a little higher
C D
If you wanna sing along to a Saturday night revival song
G
Let me see you sparking up your lighters
Am
Pour a little payday on the fire
C
If you're a forty drinking, forty working, living the dream
D
Then you're just like me
Em Am D
And I'm preachin' to the choir
[Bridge]
C
Nothing like bourbon and the blues
G
Smoke ring hallelu's
D
Breaking our backs, bending the rules
Em
Southern dry, deep-fried, hearts of gold
C
Hell, but you already know (you already know)
C
That's right!
[Chorus]
G
If I'm preachin' to the choir
Am
Raise your hands a little higher
C D
If you wanna sing along to a Saturday night revival song
G
Let me see you sparking up your lighters
Am
Pour a little payday on the fire
C
If you're a forty drinking, forty working, living the dream
D
Then you're just like me
G
And I'm preachin' to the choir
[Outro]
Am C
Yeah, I'm preachin' to the choir
G
I'm either all in or all out
Am C D
Cause I'm preachin' to the choir
G
That's right!
[Verse 1]
G
I'm either all in or all out
Bm
I'm in the wooden pew Sunday party crowd
Em
If no one else will drink it then you know I will
C
And wake up in the morning with some Baptist guilt
[Verse 2]
G
Every tattoo's got a story to tell
Bm
Mama said she's prayin' hard to keep me outta hell
Em
But whiskey tastes better when you chase it with a beer
C
But I ain't telling nothing new to nobody here
[Chorus]
G
If I'm preachin' to the choir
Am
Raise your hands a little higher
C D
If you wanna sing along to a Saturday night revival song
G
Let me see you sparking up your lighters
Am
Pour a little payday on the fire
C
If you're a forty drinking, forty working, living the dream
D
Then you're just like me
G Am C D
And I'm preachin' to the choir
[Verse 3]
G
I ain't rich but I'm grateful
Bm
Every time I'm driving with a tank full
Em
"Simple Man" coming through the dashboard speakers
C
I'm a southern rock sinner, believer
[Chorus]
G
If I'm preachin' to the choir
Am
Raise your hands a little higher
C D
If you wanna sing along to a Saturday night revival song
G
Let me see you sparking up your lighters
Am
Pour a little payday on the fire
C
If you're a forty drinking, forty working, living the dream
D
Then you're just like me
Em Am D
And I'm preachin' to the choir
[Bridge]
C
Nothing like bourbon and the blues
G
Smoke ring hallelu's
D
Breaking our backs, bending the rules
Em
Southern dry, deep-fried, hearts of gold
C
Hell, but you already know (you already know)
C
That's right!
[Chorus]
G
If I'm preachin' to the choir
Am
Raise your hands a little higher
C D
If you wanna sing along to a Saturday night revival song
G
Let me see you sparking up your lighters
Am
Pour a little payday on the fire
C
If you're a forty drinking, forty working, living the dream
D
Then you're just like me
G
And I'm preachin' to the choir
[Outro]
Am C
Yeah, I'm preachin' to the choir
G
I'm either all in or all out
Am C D
Cause I'm preachin' to the choir
G
That's right!
A Vain Attempt
A Verbal Equinox
A Very Potter Se (...)
A Weather
A Will Away