Biografía:
The Dead South es un conjunto musical canadiense de bluegrass folk con sede en Regina, Saskatchewan, Canadá. La banda se formó inicialmente en 2012 como un cuarteto de los canadienses Nate Hilts (voz, guitarra, mandolina), Scott Pringle (guitarra, mandolina, voz), Danny Kenyon (violonchelo, voz) y Colton Crawford (banjo). Crawford dejó la banda en 2015 y fue reemplazado por el músico de estudio Eliza Mary Doyle durante varios años. Crawford volvió a unirse a la banda comenzando con la gira Voices In Your Head a mediados de 2018.
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Otras canciones:
- In Hell I'll Be In Good Company
- Achilles
- Banjo Odyssey
- Deep When The Rivers High
- Every Man Needs A Chew
- Gunslingers Glory
- Hard Day
- Honey You
- In Hell Ill Be In Good Company
- Into The Valley
- Long Gone
- Massacre Of El Kuroke
- That Bastard Son
- The Dead South
- The Good Lord
- The Recap
- Time For Crawlin
- Travellin Man
- Wishing Well
¡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!
[Intro]
Em B
[Chorus]
Em
Well I sat down on the pooper
B
Thinkin' through and through
Em
Sippin' on some whiskey, yeah with
B
A real fat chew
Em
Well them winds they are a blowing
B Em
Wild, while I take this poo
B Em
And every man needs a chew
[Interlude]
Em B
[Verse]
Em
Driving down them prairie lands
B
Flat as can be
Em
Why did my pappy leave me solo
B Em
Well that don't matter no more
B
Cause every man needs a chew
[Interlude]
Em B
[Chorus]
Em
Well I sat down on the pooper
B
Thinkin' through and through
Em
Sippin' on some whiskey, yeah with
B
A real fat chew
Em
Well them winds they are a blowing
B Em
Wild, while I take this poo
Em
Well I sat down on the pooper
B
Thinkin' through and through
Em
Sippin' on some whiskey, yeah with
B
A real fat chew
Em
Well them winds they are a blowing
B Em
Wild, while I take this poo
Em B
[Chorus]
Em
Well I sat down on the pooper
B
Thinkin' through and through
Em
Sippin' on some whiskey, yeah with
B
A real fat chew
Em
Well them winds they are a blowing
B Em
Wild, while I take this poo
B Em
And every man needs a chew
[Interlude]
Em B
[Verse]
Em
Driving down them prairie lands
B
Flat as can be
Em
Why did my pappy leave me solo
B Em
Well that don't matter no more
B
Cause every man needs a chew
[Interlude]
Em B
[Chorus]
Em
Well I sat down on the pooper
B
Thinkin' through and through
Em
Sippin' on some whiskey, yeah with
B
A real fat chew
Em
Well them winds they are a blowing
B Em
Wild, while I take this poo
Em
Well I sat down on the pooper
B
Thinkin' through and through
Em
Sippin' on some whiskey, yeah with
B
A real fat chew
Em
Well them winds they are a blowing
B Em
Wild, while I take this poo
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