Biografía:
Travis Morrison (born 1972) is an American musician from the Northern Virginia suburbs of Washington, D.C., USA.
After picking up various instruments around age 12, Morrison stuck with guitar and began forming bands throughout his high school days at Lake Braddock Secondary School in Fairfax County, Virginia. The problem he kept running into with his high school bands was keeping a drummer. It didn't help that his mother didn't want him to ever play the drums due to all the noise it would make in the house.
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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!
starts on C
[Verse 1]
Am C
Come pick me up, I gotta get outta here
Am C
They say they're my family, man, I don't know
Gmadd11 Dm
They cannot tell trapped from sticking together
Eb/Bb C
Any open door looks good to me now
[Verse 2]
Am C
Get in that car - yeah, I'm losing my mind dear
Am C
'cos they think nothing through, no they only react
Gmadd11 Dm
My headache is worse but my bags are all packed now
Eb/Bb C
Any open door looks good to me now
[Bridge]
Am C
And there's a time to keep it cool, oh yeah
Am D
And there's a time to reconcile yourself
F C
With playing someone's fool, yeah
[Verse 3]
Am C
So come pick me up, dude, I need some perspective
Am C
'cos there's only one truth and that's no truth at all
Gmadd11 Dm
The planet gets big and your world becomes so small
Eb/Bb C
Any open door looks good to me now
[Intermission]
C Bb Am C
[Verse 4]
Am C
Just drop me off, yeah right here by the roadside
Am C
It's a nice night to walk and I could be alone
Gmadd11 Dm
Alone with my thoughts, alone with my cell phone
Eb/Bb C
Any open door looks good to me now
Eb/Bb
Any open door
End on C
[Verse 1]
Am C
Come pick me up, I gotta get outta here
Am C
They say they're my family, man, I don't know
Gmadd11 Dm
They cannot tell trapped from sticking together
Eb/Bb C
Any open door looks good to me now
[Verse 2]
Am C
Get in that car - yeah, I'm losing my mind dear
Am C
'cos they think nothing through, no they only react
Gmadd11 Dm
My headache is worse but my bags are all packed now
Eb/Bb C
Any open door looks good to me now
[Bridge]
Am C
And there's a time to keep it cool, oh yeah
Am D
And there's a time to reconcile yourself
F C
With playing someone's fool, yeah
[Verse 3]
Am C
So come pick me up, dude, I need some perspective
Am C
'cos there's only one truth and that's no truth at all
Gmadd11 Dm
The planet gets big and your world becomes so small
Eb/Bb C
Any open door looks good to me now
[Intermission]
C Bb Am C
[Verse 4]
Am C
Just drop me off, yeah right here by the roadside
Am C
It's a nice night to walk and I could be alone
Gmadd11 Dm
Alone with my thoughts, alone with my cell phone
Eb/Bb C
Any open door looks good to me now
Eb/Bb
Any open door
End on C
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