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!
Capo 2
Note: Intro + Verse 1 have the chords picked in this pattern
(substitute the top string for the bass note of the chord)
e|-------x-----|
B|-----x---x---|
G|---x-------x-|
D|-------------|
A|-------------|
E|x------------|
[Intro]
G
[Verse 1]
G
You start to sink,
Am
You want someone to bring you,
Am7
Something to cling to,
G
But you never hold on.
G
You think I don't watch,
Am
You walking right by me,
Am7
You pretend you don't know me,
G G7
But you never said much.
[Chorus]
D
All of the schemes,
G
That you laid out before me,
D
Will soon start to bore me,
G
Like any old crap.
Am
Everyone's watching,
D
While you're dragging your feet,
G C G D
Through the mud.
[Verse 2]
G
This room is cold,
Am
But I guess it's still shelter,
Am7
From wearing your sweater,
G
And taking your drugs.
G
But the needle is frozen now,
Am
And the drink it tastes bitter,
Am7
The dark smell of winter,
G G7
Yes it swallows, it swallows me up
[Chorus]
D
We are just thieves,
G
Lord we're begging for mercy,
D
We're hungry and thirsty,
G
But biting our toungues.
Am
Everyone's watching,
D
While we're dragging our feet,
G C G D
Through the mud.
[Bridge]
Em
I knew a man,
G
He drank every morning,
Em
Told me sad stories,
So lonely, so lonely,
G
Because, Because, Because,
Em
He never could see,
G
Oh his own face in the mirror,
A D
Oh and he lost who he was.
[Solo]
G Am
G Am Am7 G
[Verse 3]
G
Stand in the hall,
Am
Your hand in your pocket,
Am7
You don't have a ticket,
G
To just jump back on.
G
But the Seabreeze Motel,
Am
Has a wonderful poolside,
Am7
There's sand in the garden,
G G7
And Shotgun shells in the tub.
[Chorus]
D
Wish I was there,
G
Far away from this apartment,
D
I lay on your carpet,
G
And clean out my blood.
Am
I can't come out there,
D
When I'm dragging, oh baby, I'm dragging my feet,
G
Through the mud.
[Outro]
C G D7 G
Note: Intro + Verse 1 have the chords picked in this pattern
(substitute the top string for the bass note of the chord)
e|-------x-----|
B|-----x---x---|
G|---x-------x-|
D|-------------|
A|-------------|
E|x------------|
[Intro]
G
[Verse 1]
G
You start to sink,
Am
You want someone to bring you,
Am7
Something to cling to,
G
But you never hold on.
G
You think I don't watch,
Am
You walking right by me,
Am7
You pretend you don't know me,
G G7
But you never said much.
[Chorus]
D
All of the schemes,
G
That you laid out before me,
D
Will soon start to bore me,
G
Like any old crap.
Am
Everyone's watching,
D
While you're dragging your feet,
G C G D
Through the mud.
[Verse 2]
G
This room is cold,
Am
But I guess it's still shelter,
Am7
From wearing your sweater,
G
And taking your drugs.
G
But the needle is frozen now,
Am
And the drink it tastes bitter,
Am7
The dark smell of winter,
G G7
Yes it swallows, it swallows me up
[Chorus]
D
We are just thieves,
G
Lord we're begging for mercy,
D
We're hungry and thirsty,
G
But biting our toungues.
Am
Everyone's watching,
D
While we're dragging our feet,
G C G D
Through the mud.
[Bridge]
Em
I knew a man,
G
He drank every morning,
Em
Told me sad stories,
So lonely, so lonely,
G
Because, Because, Because,
Em
He never could see,
G
Oh his own face in the mirror,
A D
Oh and he lost who he was.
[Solo]
G Am
G Am Am7 G
[Verse 3]
G
Stand in the hall,
Am
Your hand in your pocket,
Am7
You don't have a ticket,
G
To just jump back on.
G
But the Seabreeze Motel,
Am
Has a wonderful poolside,
Am7
There's sand in the garden,
G G7
And Shotgun shells in the tub.
[Chorus]
D
Wish I was there,
G
Far away from this apartment,
D
I lay on your carpet,
G
And clean out my blood.
Am
I can't come out there,
D
When I'm dragging, oh baby, I'm dragging my feet,
G
Through the mud.
[Outro]
C G D7 G
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