Biografía:
The Legendary Shack Shakers' hell-for-leather roadshow has earned quite a name for itself with its unique brand of Southern Gothic that is all-at-once irreverent, revisionist, dangerous, and fun. Led by their wildly charismatic, rail-thin frontman/blues-harpist, J.D. Wilkes, the Shack Shakers are a four-man wrecking crew from the South whose explosive interpretations of the blues, punk, rock and country have made fans, critics and legions of potential converts into true believers.
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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!
Am E
Like a Mississippi Windchime in the breeze
Am
Danglin’ down from the sycamore tree.
E
Like a vessel of wrath shattered on the ground,
Am
Old Judge Lynch dropped the hammer down.
E Am
It’s dust to dust, to Angel Lust,
E Am
For St. Angeline. And you’re mine.
E
Two Easters left in my Christmas plow.
Am
I wouldn’t take a dollar for my journey now.
E
They put the “laughter” in slaughter, the “lie” in believe
Am
‘Cause my carbon footprint sinks six feet deep.
E Am
It’s dust to dust, to Angel Lust,
E Am
For St. Angeline. And you’re mine.
Piano solo: "no help here yet"
E
The LORD may condemn me but my baby forgives.
Am
She’ll meet me inside the final tent I pitch.
E
White water lillies in my funeral spray,
Am
Showered on my baby like a fine bouquet.
E Am
It’s dust to dust, to Angel Lust,
E Am
For St. Angeline. And you’re mine.
E
So cast your useless sabres aside.
Am
Make the Devil eat his hat and set your head on fire.
E
It all shakes out the same way in the end.
Am
The meat slides out in the shape of the can.
E Am
It’s dust to dust, to Angel Lust,
E Am
For St. Angeline. And you’re mine.
Like a Mississippi Windchime in the breeze
Am
Danglin’ down from the sycamore tree.
E
Like a vessel of wrath shattered on the ground,
Am
Old Judge Lynch dropped the hammer down.
E Am
It’s dust to dust, to Angel Lust,
E Am
For St. Angeline. And you’re mine.
E
Two Easters left in my Christmas plow.
Am
I wouldn’t take a dollar for my journey now.
E
They put the “laughter” in slaughter, the “lie” in believe
Am
‘Cause my carbon footprint sinks six feet deep.
E Am
It’s dust to dust, to Angel Lust,
E Am
For St. Angeline. And you’re mine.
Piano solo: "no help here yet"
E
The LORD may condemn me but my baby forgives.
Am
She’ll meet me inside the final tent I pitch.
E
White water lillies in my funeral spray,
Am
Showered on my baby like a fine bouquet.
E Am
It’s dust to dust, to Angel Lust,
E Am
For St. Angeline. And you’re mine.
E
So cast your useless sabres aside.
Am
Make the Devil eat his hat and set your head on fire.
E
It all shakes out the same way in the end.
Am
The meat slides out in the shape of the can.
E Am
It’s dust to dust, to Angel Lust,
E Am
For St. Angeline. And you’re mine.
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Leif Garrett
Leif Vollebekk
Leifene
Leigh & Liam