Biografía:
Cranford Nix was a singer-songwriter from Detroit, Michigan who died on March 12th 2002, at age 33 from a drug overdose.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
C B
Your parents don't like me. Your sister keeps bitchin'.
Am G
And you mother says I'm not worth nothing.
F G C
"What are you doing with a loser like him?"
C B
Your friends can't stand me. They say I'm trash.
Am G
They say turn around and don't look back.
F G C
"What are you doing with a loser like him?"
F G F G C Am
Thinks... she's the toast of Roseville. She broke my heart and had me addicted to NyQuil.
F G c Am
To have her smile I would've burn my guitars. I'd quit playing songs in shithole bars.
F G C Am
I'd stop getting drunk and wrecking cars. No more sleeping on dashboards and wishing on stars.
F G C
Darling, I've done this all for you. You know I was born a fool.
C B
Driving by your house. I see the light off in your room.
Am G
I can almost see your face, almost smell your perfume.
F G C
"Oh where, where are you tonight?"
C B
So I drive down to the bar. Well I ordered Gin and Squirt.
Am G
I told the waitress our story. She said "You are too pretty to be hurt."
F G C
And she gave me her telephone number.
F G F G C Am
Thinks... she's the toast of Roseville. She broke my heart and had me addicted to NyQuil.
F G c Am
To have her smile I would've burn my guitars. I'd quit playing songs in shithole bars.
F G C Am
I'd stop getting drunk and wrecking cars. No more sleeping on dashboards and wishing on stars.
F G C
Darling, I've done this all for you. You know I was born a fool.
Your parents don't like me. Your sister keeps bitchin'.
Am G
And you mother says I'm not worth nothing.
F G C
"What are you doing with a loser like him?"
C B
Your friends can't stand me. They say I'm trash.
Am G
They say turn around and don't look back.
F G C
"What are you doing with a loser like him?"
F G F G C Am
Thinks... she's the toast of Roseville. She broke my heart and had me addicted to NyQuil.
F G c Am
To have her smile I would've burn my guitars. I'd quit playing songs in shithole bars.
F G C Am
I'd stop getting drunk and wrecking cars. No more sleeping on dashboards and wishing on stars.
F G C
Darling, I've done this all for you. You know I was born a fool.
C B
Driving by your house. I see the light off in your room.
Am G
I can almost see your face, almost smell your perfume.
F G C
"Oh where, where are you tonight?"
C B
So I drive down to the bar. Well I ordered Gin and Squirt.
Am G
I told the waitress our story. She said "You are too pretty to be hurt."
F G C
And she gave me her telephone number.
F G F G C Am
Thinks... she's the toast of Roseville. She broke my heart and had me addicted to NyQuil.
F G c Am
To have her smile I would've burn my guitars. I'd quit playing songs in shithole bars.
F G C Am
I'd stop getting drunk and wrecking cars. No more sleeping on dashboards and wishing on stars.
F G C
Darling, I've done this all for you. You know I was born a fool.
Crash Parallel
Crash Romeo
Crash Thompson
Crash Vegas
Crashland