Biografía:
True roots music is a dying art. Buffalo Clover intertwines the lasting elements of folk, blues, motown, early rock and roll and gypsy music. With a sound all their own and strong songwriting from Margo Price and Jeremy Ivey, this group stands alone as the only female fronted band of it's kind.Their songs are built around beat music, matchbook rants, half burned love letters and protest poems. Following the release of their first album, 'Pearls to Swine', the group took off on a gypsy tour across the country.
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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]
Am D G C G
[Verse 1]
D C D C D G C G
Hey child, you got blood on your doorstep
D C D C D G C G
Long eyes, cheap talk, strange voices
D C D C D G C G
How long can you hold, hold down your resistance
D C D C D G C G
Hey child, you don't know, no baby you don't know your own existence
Em D C G
And in the ruins of the nights that we spent
Am B
Writing numbers on our arms
Em D C G
But when you wake up to find there's nothing left
Am D G
Don't you know your future's almost gone
[Chorus]
F C G
Hey child, you better get it right on you
F C Am G C
Hey child, you got so many better things to do
[Verse 2]
D C D C D G C G
Hey child, you got dogs, dogs that guide your weakness
D C D C D G C G
Call in your wounded men, no baby don't you know that they're useless
Em D C G
Your lamp is burning low and the streets are cold and wet
Am B
Your just a face without a name
Em D C G
But when you wake up to find there's nothing left
Am D G
Oh baby it's a shame, a shame
[Chorus]
F C G
Hey child, you better get it right on you
F C G
Hey child, you got so many better things to do
F C G
Hey child, no you ain't got it yet
F C G
Hey child, quit placing all of the bets
F C G
Hey child, oh no no no no
F C G
Hey child...
F C G
Hey child, you ain't got it yet
F C Am G
Hey child, no you ain't got it yet
Am D G C G
[Verse 1]
D C D C D G C G
Hey child, you got blood on your doorstep
D C D C D G C G
Long eyes, cheap talk, strange voices
D C D C D G C G
How long can you hold, hold down your resistance
D C D C D G C G
Hey child, you don't know, no baby you don't know your own existence
Em D C G
And in the ruins of the nights that we spent
Am B
Writing numbers on our arms
Em D C G
But when you wake up to find there's nothing left
Am D G
Don't you know your future's almost gone
[Chorus]
F C G
Hey child, you better get it right on you
F C Am G C
Hey child, you got so many better things to do
[Verse 2]
D C D C D G C G
Hey child, you got dogs, dogs that guide your weakness
D C D C D G C G
Call in your wounded men, no baby don't you know that they're useless
Em D C G
Your lamp is burning low and the streets are cold and wet
Am B
Your just a face without a name
Em D C G
But when you wake up to find there's nothing left
Am D G
Oh baby it's a shame, a shame
[Chorus]
F C G
Hey child, you better get it right on you
F C G
Hey child, you got so many better things to do
F C G
Hey child, no you ain't got it yet
F C G
Hey child, quit placing all of the bets
F C G
Hey child, oh no no no no
F C G
Hey child...
F C G
Hey child, you ain't got it yet
F C Am G
Hey child, no you ain't got it yet
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