Biografía:
The Snake the Cross the Crown is an indie rock band with southern rock leanings that have gradually come to the fore, culminating with 2007's Cotton Teeth. the band was formed in Huntsville, AL, by two brothers, Franklin Sammons (guitar) and William Sammons (keyboards, programming), and friends Kevin Jones (guitar, vocals) and Carl Marshall (bass, vocals).
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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!
I'm pretty sure this is correct.
Strumming goes like this: down(bass) - down(higher strings) - up - down - up -
up - down - up - (chord change) down - up - down - up - (chord change) - repeat
F C
Humming to himself as he,
F C
Is thinking of his latest debts,
F C
Juggling some numbered thoughts,
F C
Wondering what might come next, and
Dm A
swears he won't,
Dm A
Ever stop,
Dm A
Unless he wants what surely
Dm A
She does not,
F
Oh, Jim, John, Jackie, and Susie Q,
They mind their manners but so do you,
B
Oh we breathe all of these words that make no sense,
Humming to himself as he,
Is thinking of his latest debts,
Juggling some numbered thoughts,
Wondering what might come next,
And swears he's right,
Though he's convinced himself it is,
Working in an upscale place,
She's thinking of her son's demise,
On his epitaph a doctor's bill,
She puts off for another time,
And swears she won't,
Ever stop,
Unless she wants what
She surely does not,
Oh, Jim, John, Jackie, and Susie Q,
They mind their manners but so do you,
Oh we breathe all of these words that make no sense,
A Dm B F
Not gonna see till my singing days are gone,
C Gm B F
Not gonna hear until the fires have burned on,
D A
Not gonna, no oh,
D A
Not gonna, no oh,
D A
Not gonna, no oh,
B F
Till the singing days are gone.
Strumming goes like this: down(bass) - down(higher strings) - up - down - up -
up - down - up - (chord change) down - up - down - up - (chord change) - repeat
F C
Humming to himself as he,
F C
Is thinking of his latest debts,
F C
Juggling some numbered thoughts,
F C
Wondering what might come next, and
Dm A
swears he won't,
Dm A
Ever stop,
Dm A
Unless he wants what surely
Dm A
She does not,
F
Oh, Jim, John, Jackie, and Susie Q,
They mind their manners but so do you,
B
Oh we breathe all of these words that make no sense,
Humming to himself as he,
Is thinking of his latest debts,
Juggling some numbered thoughts,
Wondering what might come next,
And swears he's right,
Though he's convinced himself it is,
Working in an upscale place,
She's thinking of her son's demise,
On his epitaph a doctor's bill,
She puts off for another time,
And swears she won't,
Ever stop,
Unless she wants what
She surely does not,
Oh, Jim, John, Jackie, and Susie Q,
They mind their manners but so do you,
Oh we breathe all of these words that make no sense,
A Dm B F
Not gonna see till my singing days are gone,
C Gm B F
Not gonna hear until the fires have burned on,
D A
Not gonna, no oh,
D A
Not gonna, no oh,
D A
Not gonna, no oh,
B F
Till the singing days are gone.
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