Biografía:
Brent Cobb (born in Americus, Georgia) is an American country music singer-songwriter.
If the love of music can follow a bloodline then you could say that writer & recording artist Brent Cobb was born to be a musician. In fact, so many members of Brent’s extended family have musical ability that he can’t really name them all. Music was not only in his blood, it was played and heard in his home as a child and in the homes of most of his relatives throughout his youth.
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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!
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[Verse 1]
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Well my granddaddy was a good man
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No matter what the papers say
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He worked 'til he bled for everything he had
C D
Brought us up to do the same
Am
One afternoon in June
D D/C Am
He had us workin' just like a couple mules
Am C
My cousin and me were twenty feet deep
G
And covered in red mud clay
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[Verse 2]
Am
Well we ran pipe from the creek bed
D D/C Am
Through the woods to the old grey shack
Am
It was worth the trouble to work them shovels
C D
For granddaddy's sour mash stash
Am
All the weeds and pecan trees hid a secret
D D/C Am
We all swore to keep
Am C
Well my granddaddy knew what the law would do
G Am
If they ever come snoopin' 'round back
[Chorus]
Am
Lord I'm down in the gulley
D Am
Where the creek is high
Am
Lord I'm down in the gulley
D D/C Am
Where only the moon shines
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[Verse 3]
Am
Without money you can't buy nothin'
D D/C Am
And nothin' is a damned ol' shame
Am
When you're in the hole
C D Am
You'd sell your soul for runnin' water instead of rain
Am
Well the hills were filled with the smell of cash
D D/C Am
Cookin' in the copper still
Am C
Everybody knew where they get their brew
G Am
And that made our family name
[Chorus]
Am
Lord I'm down in the gulley
D Am
Where the creek is high
Am
Lord I'm down in the gulley
D D/C Am
Where only the moon shines
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[Verse 4]
Am
Well years and laws passed by
C
They couldn't keep the county dry
D
One night, the sheriff went to lookin'
C Am
For the man who was cookin' that bootleg moonshine
Am
Well he called the press
C
And he brought his best to tear our old shack down
D C
But when they went for the stash my granddaddy laughed
Am
For the shack was a pump house
[Chorus]
Am
Lord I'm down in the gulley
D Am
Where the creek is high
Am
Lord I'm down in the gulley
D D/C Am
Where only the moon shines
Am
It was down in the gulley
D Am
Where the creek is high
Am
Lord I'm down in the gulley
D D/C Am
Where only the moon shines
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[Verse 1]
Am
Well my granddaddy was a good man
D D/C Am
No matter what the papers say
Am
He worked 'til he bled for everything he had
C D
Brought us up to do the same
Am
One afternoon in June
D D/C Am
He had us workin' just like a couple mules
Am C
My cousin and me were twenty feet deep
G
And covered in red mud clay
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[Verse 2]
Am
Well we ran pipe from the creek bed
D D/C Am
Through the woods to the old grey shack
Am
It was worth the trouble to work them shovels
C D
For granddaddy's sour mash stash
Am
All the weeds and pecan trees hid a secret
D D/C Am
We all swore to keep
Am C
Well my granddaddy knew what the law would do
G Am
If they ever come snoopin' 'round back
[Chorus]
Am
Lord I'm down in the gulley
D Am
Where the creek is high
Am
Lord I'm down in the gulley
D D/C Am
Where only the moon shines
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[Verse 3]
Am
Without money you can't buy nothin'
D D/C Am
And nothin' is a damned ol' shame
Am
When you're in the hole
C D Am
You'd sell your soul for runnin' water instead of rain
Am
Well the hills were filled with the smell of cash
D D/C Am
Cookin' in the copper still
Am C
Everybody knew where they get their brew
G Am
And that made our family name
[Chorus]
Am
Lord I'm down in the gulley
D Am
Where the creek is high
Am
Lord I'm down in the gulley
D D/C Am
Where only the moon shines
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[Verse 4]
Am
Well years and laws passed by
C
They couldn't keep the county dry
D
One night, the sheriff went to lookin'
C Am
For the man who was cookin' that bootleg moonshine
Am
Well he called the press
C
And he brought his best to tear our old shack down
D C
But when they went for the stash my granddaddy laughed
Am
For the shack was a pump house
[Chorus]
Am
Lord I'm down in the gulley
D Am
Where the creek is high
Am
Lord I'm down in the gulley
D D/C Am
Where only the moon shines
Am
It was down in the gulley
D Am
Where the creek is high
Am
Lord I'm down in the gulley
D D/C Am
Where only the moon shines
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