Biografía:
Pistol Annies é um trio feminino de música country formado pelas cantoras/compositoras Miranda Lambert, Ashley Monroe e Angaleena Presley. O Grupo foi formado em 2011 e fizeram sua primeira apresentação no especial ACM Girls' Night Out: Superstar Women of Country cantando o primeiro single Hell On Heels. O single foi lançado em 12 de Junho no site do trio.
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Otras canciones:
- Lemon Drop
- Boys From The South
- Hush Hush
- 5 Acres Of Turnips
- Bad Example
- Beige
- Being Pretty Aint Pretty
- Best Years Of My Life
- Blues Youre A Buzzkill
- Cheyenne
- Commissary
- Damn Thing
- Dear Sobriety
- Dont Talk About Him Tina
- Family Feud
- Girls Like Us
- Got My Name Changed Back
- Hell On Heels
- Housewifes Prayer
- I Feel A Sin Comin On
- I Hope Youre The End Of My Story
- Interstate Gospel
- Interstate Prelude
- Leavers Lullaby
- Loved By A Workin Man
- Masterpiece
- Milkman
- Run Daddy Run
- Stop Drop And Roll One
- Sugar Daddy
- Takin Pills
- The Hunters Wife
- This Too Shall Pass
- Trading One Heartbreak For Another
- Trailer For Rent
- Unhappily Married
- When I Was His Wife
¡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!
I'm not 100% on the timings of the chords, but they go with the song just fine.
Capo 1, standard tuning
Intro: A A D A D A E E E E A
A
He's got 17 coon dogs out in the pen
Ten 11 point bucks hangin' in his den
If he ain't a'huntin' he's a'watching the show
E
Teaches things about huntin' that he don't know
A
And if I was a bettin' woman
D A
I'd lay my money down
D
I'd bet he spends more time in them woods
E
Than he spends in this house
A D A
I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out
D A
It's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin',
E A
no good blue tick hound
A
Well, I'm sick of squirrel gravy and I'm sick of coon stew
Fence posts, shock collars, chicken wire, too
If he ain't a'huntin' he's out at the lake
E
Suckin' on a long neck, changin' his bait
A
And if I was a bettin' woman
D A
I'd lay my money down
D
I'd bet he spends more time in them woods
E
Than he spends in this house
A D A
I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out
D A
It's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin',
E A
no good blue tick hound
Go boys...
Solo: A A D A D A E E E E A A A A
D A D A
He may as well be invisible in his Realtree overalls
D
I can barely see him through the treestand seated-
E
underwear and turkey calls
A D A
Oh Lord help me with this problem I can't figure no way out
D A
It's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin',
E A
no good blue tick hound
Capo 1, standard tuning
Intro: A A D A D A E E E E A
A
He's got 17 coon dogs out in the pen
Ten 11 point bucks hangin' in his den
If he ain't a'huntin' he's a'watching the show
E
Teaches things about huntin' that he don't know
A
And if I was a bettin' woman
D A
I'd lay my money down
D
I'd bet he spends more time in them woods
E
Than he spends in this house
A D A
I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out
D A
It's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin',
E A
no good blue tick hound
A
Well, I'm sick of squirrel gravy and I'm sick of coon stew
Fence posts, shock collars, chicken wire, too
If he ain't a'huntin' he's out at the lake
E
Suckin' on a long neck, changin' his bait
A
And if I was a bettin' woman
D A
I'd lay my money down
D
I'd bet he spends more time in them woods
E
Than he spends in this house
A D A
I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out
D A
It's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin',
E A
no good blue tick hound
Go boys...
Solo: A A D A D A E E E E A A A A
D A D A
He may as well be invisible in his Realtree overalls
D
I can barely see him through the treestand seated-
E
underwear and turkey calls
A D A
Oh Lord help me with this problem I can't figure no way out
D A
It's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin',
E A
no good blue tick hound
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