Biografía:
The Martin Harley Band are the UK’s premier blues and roots-influenced acoustic combo. Fronted by the inimitable singer and guitarist Martin Harley (also an accomplished solo performer), and based around his sublime songwriting, the MHB (as their fans know them) truly are a band like no other. With a strong DIY ethic and a love of unusual instrumentation, from Martin’s distinctive lap-slide guitar to balalaikas, double bass and tiny cocktail drumkits
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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!
Outlaw - Martin Harley
https://soundcloud.com/martin-harley/martin-harley-outlaw
[Verse 1]
Am E
Im on the run, they aint got me yet
Am E
A black stetson hat and a price upon my head
Am E
Im riding hard, high across the plains
Am E
I gotta get some place, where nobody knows my name.
[Chorus]
Am G Am G
and I leave that devil in the dirt, with no medicine for his curse
Am G F
I leave the killing to the callous and them both to the count of ten
Am G Am G
I wear my pistol so it shows, dress my girl up in calico
Am G F
gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low
E
here I go
[Verse 2]
Am E
Jesus sang in all minor keys
Am E
but there aint no bars could ever hold a man like me
[Chorus]
Am G Am G
and I leave that devil in the dirt, with no medicine for his curse
Am G F
I leave the killing to the callous and them both to the count of ten
Am G Am G
I wear my pistol so it shows, dress my girl up in calico
Am G F
gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low
E
here I go
[Bridge]
C E
Too young to die, too old to start again
C E
The undertakers daughter, she dont even know my name
F
Oh such a shame
[Chorus]
Am G Am G
and I leave that devil in the dirt, with no medicine for his curse
Am G F
I leave the killing to the callous and them both to the count of ten
Am G Am G
I wear my pistol so it shows, dress my girl up in calico
Am G F
gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low
Am G Am G
Cos Ive got nothing left to lose, get off these dusty boots
Am G F
Ive gotta make it to the border fore they get me to the gallows pole
Am G Am G
I feel that rattle in my bones, all the way down to Mexico
Am G F G
gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low
E
here I go
Am
Let the credits roll
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https://soundcloud.com/martin-harley/martin-harley-outlaw
[Verse 1]
Am E
Im on the run, they aint got me yet
Am E
A black stetson hat and a price upon my head
Am E
Im riding hard, high across the plains
Am E
I gotta get some place, where nobody knows my name.
[Chorus]
Am G Am G
and I leave that devil in the dirt, with no medicine for his curse
Am G F
I leave the killing to the callous and them both to the count of ten
Am G Am G
I wear my pistol so it shows, dress my girl up in calico
Am G F
gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low
E
here I go
[Verse 2]
Am E
Jesus sang in all minor keys
Am E
but there aint no bars could ever hold a man like me
[Chorus]
Am G Am G
and I leave that devil in the dirt, with no medicine for his curse
Am G F
I leave the killing to the callous and them both to the count of ten
Am G Am G
I wear my pistol so it shows, dress my girl up in calico
Am G F
gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low
E
here I go
[Bridge]
C E
Too young to die, too old to start again
C E
The undertakers daughter, she dont even know my name
F
Oh such a shame
[Chorus]
Am G Am G
and I leave that devil in the dirt, with no medicine for his curse
Am G F
I leave the killing to the callous and them both to the count of ten
Am G Am G
I wear my pistol so it shows, dress my girl up in calico
Am G F
gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low
Am G Am G
Cos Ive got nothing left to lose, get off these dusty boots
Am G F
Ive gotta make it to the border fore they get me to the gallows pole
Am G Am G
I feel that rattle in my bones, all the way down to Mexico
Am G F G
gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low
E
here I go
Am
Let the credits roll
[email protected]
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