Biografía:
The Rubber Knife Gang is a metaphor for many things, but mostly an endearing label for a group of punks who might at first glance, seem a bit sketchy, but ultimately mean no harm.
The band of three weekend warriors, who got its start around the bonfires of Southwestern Ohio and Northern Kentucky, has truly come into its own. The Rubber Knife Gang sound is spreading fast and far. The word is out. And the songs keep flowing
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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!
Intro:
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E A E A
Between the E-A of intro
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E
Well I’ve been workin’ all week
B C C#m
Swingin that hammer all day
I kicked up my feet
A
I aint gonna work till Monday
E
My honey’s sleepin on my money
A
There aint nothing I need
Chorus:
E B E
Praise the Lord, Pass the weed
E B C C#m
I rambled down to my buddies house that’s where the parties all start
A
Well you know were all getting old were all fallin apart
E A
But when that bullshit gets deep theres no place I’d rather be
Chorus
E B E
Praise the Lord, Pass the weed
Bridge:
A E
There’s a certain congregation of folks that think that it’s alright
B E
And I’d be willin to bit that some of them gather at a circle at night
C#m A
Singing this little light of mine is all that I need
Chorus
E B E
Praise the Lord, Pass the weed
E B C C#m
She’s a flusy of a lady but she’s got a real kind heart
A
Pick you up when your feelin low give you a whole new start
E A
But when you think you hot her cornered she’s out walkin the street
Chorus
E B E
Praise the Lord, Pass the weed
Bridge
A E
There’s a certain congregation of folks that think that it’s alright
B E
And I’d be willin to bit that some of them gather at a circle at night
C#m A
Singing this little light of mine is all that I need
Chorus
E B E
Praise the Lord, Pass the weed
E B C C#m
Yeah I guess it’s just my dumb luck but I’ll be ok
A
Hell you know we’re gonna be alright we’re in the usa
E A
I quit my job last week When they tested my pee
Chorus
E B C#m A
Praise the Lord, Pass the weed
E B E
Praise the Lord, Pass the weed
The Rumour Said (...)
The Rumours
The Runner Up
The Running Kind
The Runways