Biografía:
The Gourds, an American alternative country band, formed in Austin, Texas in 1994.
Evolving, in part, from the Picket Line Coyotes and the Grackles, the Gourds original line-up consists of Kevin Russell (vocals, guitar, mandolin), Jimmy Smith (vocals, bass, guitar), Claude Bernard (accordion, guitar, vocals), and Charlie Llewellin (drums, percussion). Llewellin was replaced by current drummer Keith Langford shortly after the second album was recorded
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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!
[Verse]
G C
Dig the new breed, down from Bangor, Maine
G C
Sunday afternoon, ruttin in the rain
G C
Had long shaggy hair, hangin on down on the ground
G C C7
Just to move his dung, took every man in town
[Bridge]
F G
Lord he could ramble, lord he could rumble
F G
When he took to stompin grown men would stumble
[Chorus]
F G C
The slaughter house drowned in the ram's blood
F G C
The butcher's family washed away in the flood
F G C
The blood it flowed like a river to the sea
D7 G C
And baby, that's where they baptized me
[Verse]
G C
He had great long horns harder than a pony keg
G C
Two comin out his head and one between his legs
G C
Great balls of thunder, full of spunk and shot
G C C7
All the ladies blushed while the men were pourin draught
[Bridge]
F G
Lord he could ramble, lord he could rumble
F G
When he took to stompin grown men would stumble
[Chorus]
F G C
The slaughter house drowned in the ram's blood
F G C
The butcher's family washed away in the flood
F G C
The blood it flowed like a river to the sea
D7 G C
And baby, that's where they baptized me
[Interlude]
G C G C
[Verse]
G C
Church lady asked me, "Are you washed in the blood,
G C
In the pore cleansing blood of that sacrificial lamb?"
D7 F C
Hell no I'm washed in the blood of the ram
D7 F C
Hell no I'm washed in the blood of the ram
[Outro]
G C G C
G C
Dig the new breed, down from Bangor, Maine
G C
Sunday afternoon, ruttin in the rain
G C
Had long shaggy hair, hangin on down on the ground
G C C7
Just to move his dung, took every man in town
[Bridge]
F G
Lord he could ramble, lord he could rumble
F G
When he took to stompin grown men would stumble
[Chorus]
F G C
The slaughter house drowned in the ram's blood
F G C
The butcher's family washed away in the flood
F G C
The blood it flowed like a river to the sea
D7 G C
And baby, that's where they baptized me
[Verse]
G C
He had great long horns harder than a pony keg
G C
Two comin out his head and one between his legs
G C
Great balls of thunder, full of spunk and shot
G C C7
All the ladies blushed while the men were pourin draught
[Bridge]
F G
Lord he could ramble, lord he could rumble
F G
When he took to stompin grown men would stumble
[Chorus]
F G C
The slaughter house drowned in the ram's blood
F G C
The butcher's family washed away in the flood
F G C
The blood it flowed like a river to the sea
D7 G C
And baby, that's where they baptized me
[Interlude]
G C G C
[Verse]
G C
Church lady asked me, "Are you washed in the blood,
G C
In the pore cleansing blood of that sacrificial lamb?"
D7 F C
Hell no I'm washed in the blood of the ram
D7 F C
Hell no I'm washed in the blood of the ram
[Outro]
G C G C
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