Biografía:
Aaron West and the Roaring Twenties no es sólo un proyecto de folk rock, sino también el estudio de un personaje desesperado y sin esperanzas después de perder todo lo que más le importa en su vida, siempre a través de la música. Dan “Soupy” Campbell, cantante de The Wonder Years, asume el personaje de Aaron West, un hombre que está pasando por el peor momento de su vida luego de la muerte de su padre, la pérdida de su hija que no llegó a nacer y el abandono de su mujer.
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Otras canciones:
- The Thunderbird Inn
- 67 Cherry Red
- Borrowed Chords
- Carolina Coast
- Divorce And The American South
- Get Me Out Of Here Alive
- Going To Georgia
- Goodbye Carolina Blues
- Grapefruit
- Green Like The G Train Green Like Sea Foam
- Orchard Park
- Our Apartment
- Runnin Scared
- St Joe Keeps Us Safe
- St Joe Keeps Us Safe Live Acoustic
- You Aint No Saint
¡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 know for a fact this is the 100% correct version of how Soupy plays it live.
[Intro] C G7 Dm F
[Verse 1]
C
When I met you we were young
G7
And like gasoline to matches
Dm
Waking up drunk
F
Sleeping through your early classes
C
I grew up and grew dull
G7
And you say you wished I hadn't
Dm
Well I'm drunk again
F
And you're guilty like you're Irish catholic
[Pre-Chorus]
G Am
You ain't no saint
G F
I ain't one either
G
Guess that's why I'm lying here
[Chorus]
C
Cause I know
Em
That I'm banged up
Dm
I got bruises I can't place
F
Oh I've been coughing out blood
C
And I know
Em
That I'm banged up
Dm
I got bruises I can't place
F
Oh I've been coughing out blood
G F
I've got a gut full of ulcers
G F
They're gonna burn out like dead stars
C G7 Dm F
Turn to dust
[Verse 2]
C
If you're coming here alone
G7
Then there's nowhere else to go
Dm F
So when I walk in man they know I'm alone
C
Dig your anchors in my bones
G7
Keep your breathing soft and slow
Dm F
It's freezing, I made a blanket from my coat
[Pre-Chorus]
G Am
You ain't no saint
G F
I ain't one either
G
Guess that's why I'm lying here
[Chorus]
C
Well I know
Em
That I'm banged up
Dm
I got bruises I can't place
F
Oh I've been coughing out blood
C
And I know
Em
That I'm banged up
Dm
I got bruises I can't place
F
Oh I've been coughing out blood
G F
I've got a gut full of ulcers
G F
They're gonna burn out like dead stars
[Bridge]
G F
It gets freezing here after dark
G F
So I'm searching the car for my dad's old
F C
Bills hat, passed down in ninety-three,
Am7
It never got far from me,
G7
He moved to the island from upstate
F
And he'd spend Sunday
C
Watching the game with me
Am7
Explaining everything,
G7
We'd watch Jim Kelly lead the way
F C Am7
And if my dad was here I wonder what he'd say
F G C Am7/B Am7
If my dad was here I wonder if he'd even recognize me
F
I'm fucking begging
G
I'm fucking begging
[Chorus]
C
Cause I know
Em
That I'm banged up
Dm
I got bruises I can't place
F
Oh I've been coughing out blood
C
And I know
Em
That I'm banged up
Dm
I got bruises I can't place
F
Oh I've been coughing out blood
[Intro] C G7 Dm F
[Verse 1]
C
When I met you we were young
G7
And like gasoline to matches
Dm
Waking up drunk
F
Sleeping through your early classes
C
I grew up and grew dull
G7
And you say you wished I hadn't
Dm
Well I'm drunk again
F
And you're guilty like you're Irish catholic
[Pre-Chorus]
G Am
You ain't no saint
G F
I ain't one either
G
Guess that's why I'm lying here
[Chorus]
C
Cause I know
Em
That I'm banged up
Dm
I got bruises I can't place
F
Oh I've been coughing out blood
C
And I know
Em
That I'm banged up
Dm
I got bruises I can't place
F
Oh I've been coughing out blood
G F
I've got a gut full of ulcers
G F
They're gonna burn out like dead stars
C G7 Dm F
Turn to dust
[Verse 2]
C
If you're coming here alone
G7
Then there's nowhere else to go
Dm F
So when I walk in man they know I'm alone
C
Dig your anchors in my bones
G7
Keep your breathing soft and slow
Dm F
It's freezing, I made a blanket from my coat
[Pre-Chorus]
G Am
You ain't no saint
G F
I ain't one either
G
Guess that's why I'm lying here
[Chorus]
C
Well I know
Em
That I'm banged up
Dm
I got bruises I can't place
F
Oh I've been coughing out blood
C
And I know
Em
That I'm banged up
Dm
I got bruises I can't place
F
Oh I've been coughing out blood
G F
I've got a gut full of ulcers
G F
They're gonna burn out like dead stars
[Bridge]
G F
It gets freezing here after dark
G F
So I'm searching the car for my dad's old
F C
Bills hat, passed down in ninety-three,
Am7
It never got far from me,
G7
He moved to the island from upstate
F
And he'd spend Sunday
C
Watching the game with me
Am7
Explaining everything,
G7
We'd watch Jim Kelly lead the way
F C Am7
And if my dad was here I wonder what he'd say
F G C Am7/B Am7
If my dad was here I wonder if he'd even recognize me
F
I'm fucking begging
G
I'm fucking begging
[Chorus]
C
Cause I know
Em
That I'm banged up
Dm
I got bruises I can't place
F
Oh I've been coughing out blood
C
And I know
Em
That I'm banged up
Dm
I got bruises I can't place
F
Oh I've been coughing out blood
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