Biografía:
Steve Forbert (nacido Samuel Stephen Forbert, 13 de diciembre de 1954) es un cantante y compositor estadounidense de música pop .
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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!
It sure was better back then
Steve Forbert
[Verse 1]
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Working on the Georgia Line the live long day
B A E
Ninety nine degrees and only half past May
E
Nailing down the metal with the cross time blues
B A E
I had creosote all over my shoes
[Chorus]
E
I hated it, you know, now I find I miss it
B A E
Every time my little pension check rolls in
E
Course I had it bad, not as bad as this is
B A E
It sure was better back then
B A E
Yeah It sure was better back then
[Verse 2]
E
Working in the rain beneath surplus tarp
B A E
Foreman in the wagon twanging a sad Jews harp
E
Passing out at night still in my mud caked jeans
B A E
I was living off of berries and beans
[Chorus]
E
I hated it, you know, now I swear I miss it
B A E
Every time I look down on my pale white skin
E
Course I had it bad, not as bad as this is
B A E
It sure was better back then
B A E
It sure was better back then
[Verse 3]
E
Well, the cable caught my leg, and, boy, the damn thing bled
B A E
Foreman sewed the muscle up with tarp patch thread
E
Sit me by the camp, gonna help the cook clean pans
B A E
And scrub them down with Georgia red sand...
[Chorus]
E
I hated it, you know, now I really I miss it
B A E
Staring in my TV till the broadcast ends
E
Course I had it bad, not as bad as this is
B A E
It sure was better back then
B A E
It sure was better back then
B A E
It sure was better back, one more time,
B A E
It sure was better back then
Steve Forbert
[Verse 1]
E
Working on the Georgia Line the live long day
B A E
Ninety nine degrees and only half past May
E
Nailing down the metal with the cross time blues
B A E
I had creosote all over my shoes
[Chorus]
E
I hated it, you know, now I find I miss it
B A E
Every time my little pension check rolls in
E
Course I had it bad, not as bad as this is
B A E
It sure was better back then
B A E
Yeah It sure was better back then
[Verse 2]
E
Working in the rain beneath surplus tarp
B A E
Foreman in the wagon twanging a sad Jews harp
E
Passing out at night still in my mud caked jeans
B A E
I was living off of berries and beans
[Chorus]
E
I hated it, you know, now I swear I miss it
B A E
Every time I look down on my pale white skin
E
Course I had it bad, not as bad as this is
B A E
It sure was better back then
B A E
It sure was better back then
[Verse 3]
E
Well, the cable caught my leg, and, boy, the damn thing bled
B A E
Foreman sewed the muscle up with tarp patch thread
E
Sit me by the camp, gonna help the cook clean pans
B A E
And scrub them down with Georgia red sand...
[Chorus]
E
I hated it, you know, now I really I miss it
B A E
Staring in my TV till the broadcast ends
E
Course I had it bad, not as bad as this is
B A E
It sure was better back then
B A E
It sure was better back then
B A E
It sure was better back, one more time,
B A E
It sure was better back then
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