Biografía:
Luke, J.J., Ty, Brock and Dusty -- a.k.a. the Hunter Brothers -- are the epitome of Canadiana country. The five brothers from Shaunavon, Saskatchewan, grew up singing gospel with their family across Canada and the U.S., working on the family farm and playing hockey for the likes of the Kelowna Rockets and the Toronto Marlies.
After taking a timeout from their various professions -- and on a break from the farm -- the brothers found themselves drawn to the singing that united them in their childhood.
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Hunter Brothers – Born And Raised http://hunterbrothers.com/
Intro Bm |D |A |G ||
Verse 1
Bm D
I hear the sound of a gravel road
A G
I feel the wheels of a Detroit steel takin' me home
Bm D
I see the house just up ahead
A G
Sing to the one, my daddy's son will lie awake in bed
Bm D A G
And dream myself to sleep and pray my soul to keep
Chorus
G Bm
Plaid, dirt, white shirts, blue collar roots
A Em
Still runnin' through my veins, I was born
G Bm
Small town, deep roots, mud on these boots
A Em G
I wouldn't change a thing, it's how I was born and raised
Bm A
(Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) born and raised
Verse 2
Bm D
I'll never leave this little town
A G
The family, the memories, the roots that I put down
Bm D
Know who I am, ain't gonna change
A G
Might find a brand new melody but the song remains the same
Bm D A G
I'm proud of where I'm from yeah, we're the lucky ones
Chorus
G Bm
Plaid, dirt, white shirts, blue collar roots
A Em
Still runnin' through my veins, I was born
G Bm
Small town, deep roots, mud on these boots
A Em G
I wouldn't change a thing, it's how I was born and raised
Bm A
(Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) born and raised
G
It's how I was born and raised
Bm A
(Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) born and raised
G
It's how I was born and raised
Bridge
(G) Bm
I know that gravel road will always lead me home
A
Somewhere that shooting star points me to where you are
G Bm
I know that gravel road will always lead me home
A
Somewhere that shooting star points me to where you are
Chorus
G Bm
Plaid, dirt, white shirts, blue collar roots
A Em
Still runnin' through my veins, I was born
G Bm
Small town, deep roots, mud on these boots
A Em G
I wouldn't change a thing, it's how I was born and raised
Bm A
(Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) Born and raised (yeah, yeah)
G
It's how I was born and raised
Bm A
(Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) born and raised
(It's how I was born and raised)
Bm D A G
I'll never leave this little town
Intro Bm |D |A |G ||
Verse 1
Bm D
I hear the sound of a gravel road
A G
I feel the wheels of a Detroit steel takin' me home
Bm D
I see the house just up ahead
A G
Sing to the one, my daddy's son will lie awake in bed
Bm D A G
And dream myself to sleep and pray my soul to keep
Chorus
G Bm
Plaid, dirt, white shirts, blue collar roots
A Em
Still runnin' through my veins, I was born
G Bm
Small town, deep roots, mud on these boots
A Em G
I wouldn't change a thing, it's how I was born and raised
Bm A
(Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) born and raised
Verse 2
Bm D
I'll never leave this little town
A G
The family, the memories, the roots that I put down
Bm D
Know who I am, ain't gonna change
A G
Might find a brand new melody but the song remains the same
Bm D A G
I'm proud of where I'm from yeah, we're the lucky ones
Chorus
G Bm
Plaid, dirt, white shirts, blue collar roots
A Em
Still runnin' through my veins, I was born
G Bm
Small town, deep roots, mud on these boots
A Em G
I wouldn't change a thing, it's how I was born and raised
Bm A
(Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) born and raised
G
It's how I was born and raised
Bm A
(Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) born and raised
G
It's how I was born and raised
Bridge
(G) Bm
I know that gravel road will always lead me home
A
Somewhere that shooting star points me to where you are
G Bm
I know that gravel road will always lead me home
A
Somewhere that shooting star points me to where you are
Chorus
G Bm
Plaid, dirt, white shirts, blue collar roots
A Em
Still runnin' through my veins, I was born
G Bm
Small town, deep roots, mud on these boots
A Em G
I wouldn't change a thing, it's how I was born and raised
Bm A
(Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) Born and raised (yeah, yeah)
G
It's how I was born and raised
Bm A
(Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) born and raised
(It's how I was born and raised)
Bm D A G
I'll never leave this little town
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