Biography:
The Damn Quails are a musical group that thrive on the spontaneity of live performance and the ethereal connection between players that happens on stage. Their performances are a living, ever-changing experience that captivates crowds of all ages from all walks of life.
The Damn Quails are the bastard child of a thousand fathers and a thousand mothers, most notably The Band and The Black Crowes. They jam, they sway, they drawl, they swagger ...most of all, they make you feel. ...but my heart's another story.
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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!
Chords Used:
G D Bm Am D C
[Intro]
G D Bm Am D Am D C Bm Am G
[Verse]
G
there's a postcard, and a letter,
D Am
mailed from golden shores of California
D Am
and a message sent solely to warn ya,
D C Bm Em
we're all fallin in, to the ocean
G
but don't look so sad,
D Am D
'cus theres lots of cold beer and white sand
D Am
and I'm stuck in this beach, like a mad man
D Am
so baby don't call, I'll be home tomorrow
Dm Am
if you come home at all
G
and I drop to my knees,
Em
and pray to the waves, who have so much to show ya, but nothin to say
Am
stuck in this summer, is where I'm gonna stay
D C Bm Am G
get me out of this city, and out of LA
[Break]
G D Bm Am D Am D C Bm Am G
[Verse]
G
there's a stiff drink, and a cigatette,
D
and a chair that just can't wait to meet you
Bm Am
parked at the top of this sand dune
Am D C Bm
and I've got this brand new tattoo
Am G
but don't look so shocked
G D Am
'cus I'm ridin high in a rag top
Bm Am
and I'm burning my bridges with napalm
D C
so baby don't write, I'll be home tomorrow
Bm
if you come home tonight
G
and I drop to my knees,
Em
and pray to the waves, who have so much to show ya, but nothin to say,
Am Em Am
but stuck in this summer is where I'm gonna stay
D Am Bm Am G
get me out of this city, and out of LA
G D Am D C Bm Am G
la da da da da da da da, la da da da da da da a, la a a a
[Break for the Organ Solo]:
G D Am Em
Am D Am Bm Am G
[outro]
G D
there's a postcard and a letter, mailed from goldenshores of California
Am C
and a message sent solely to warn ya,
D C Bm C G
we're all fallin in, to the ocean
G D Bm Am D C
[Intro]
G D Bm Am D Am D C Bm Am G
[Verse]
G
there's a postcard, and a letter,
D Am
mailed from golden shores of California
D Am
and a message sent solely to warn ya,
D C Bm Em
we're all fallin in, to the ocean
G
but don't look so sad,
D Am D
'cus theres lots of cold beer and white sand
D Am
and I'm stuck in this beach, like a mad man
D Am
so baby don't call, I'll be home tomorrow
Dm Am
if you come home at all
G
and I drop to my knees,
Em
and pray to the waves, who have so much to show ya, but nothin to say
Am
stuck in this summer, is where I'm gonna stay
D C Bm Am G
get me out of this city, and out of LA
[Break]
G D Bm Am D Am D C Bm Am G
[Verse]
G
there's a stiff drink, and a cigatette,
D
and a chair that just can't wait to meet you
Bm Am
parked at the top of this sand dune
Am D C Bm
and I've got this brand new tattoo
Am G
but don't look so shocked
G D Am
'cus I'm ridin high in a rag top
Bm Am
and I'm burning my bridges with napalm
D C
so baby don't write, I'll be home tomorrow
Bm
if you come home tonight
G
and I drop to my knees,
Em
and pray to the waves, who have so much to show ya, but nothin to say,
Am Em Am
but stuck in this summer is where I'm gonna stay
D Am Bm Am G
get me out of this city, and out of LA
G D Am D C Bm Am G
la da da da da da da da, la da da da da da da a, la a a a
[Break for the Organ Solo]:
G D Am Em
Am D Am Bm Am G
[outro]
G D
there's a postcard and a letter, mailed from goldenshores of California
Am C
and a message sent solely to warn ya,
D C Bm C G
we're all fallin in, to the ocean
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