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Front Country is an American progressive roots-pop band from San Francisco, California.
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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]
Bm7
[Verse 1]
Bm
There is no law, in this unlikely Promised Land
A Em F#m Bm
There is no love, except the wringing of our hands, as we stand by'
A
And watch a television that I don't know why
Em F#m G
But I'm feelin' like a have no other choice
F#7
I can only hear your voice
Bm
I got no food, but I got everything to eat
A Em F#m
It makes no sense, that we can still be so hungry
Bm A
I just want more, and though I haven't any need to give me more
Em F#m G
Just to satiate your greedy appetite
F#7
And there ain't no end in sight
[Chorus]
Bm A Em G
Oh, Undertaker, rush me to my Maker,
Bm Em F#7
You've been schemin' all my life since I was born
Bm A Em G
Take me under, where dreams are torn asunder
Bm F#7 Bm
And line your pretty little pockets with my soul
[Verse 2]
Bm
You bleed me dry, with all the things that I demand
A Em F#m
I dry my eyes, with dollar bills and desert sand
Bm A
I turn away to find the body of the man who didn't know
Em F#m G
That he would never understand his own desires
F#7
And it consumes him like a fire
[Chorus]
Bm A Em G
Oh, Undertaker, rush me to my Maker,
Bm Em F#7
You've been schemin' all my life since I was born
Bm A Em G
Take me under, where dreams are torn asunder
Bm F#7 Bm
And line your pretty little pockets with my soul
[Instrumental]
Bm A Em G
Bm Em F#7
Bm A Em G
Bm F#7 Bm
Bm
Bm A
Em F#m G F#7
Bm G
I hear your voice, it's like echo in my brain
A Em F#m
I hear the sound of an unstoppable train
Bm G
I'm either on it, or I'm tied there to the tracks
A
I've made my choice
Em F#m G
And it's there that I'll remain until I die
F#7
It won't be long now by and by
[Chorus]
Bm A Em G
Oh, Undertaker, rush me to my Maker,
Bm Em F#7
You've been schemin' all my life since I was born
Bm A Em G
Take me under, where dreams are torn asunder
Bm F#7
And line your pretty little pockets with my-
Bm A Em G
Undertaker, rush me to my Maker,
Bm Em F#7
You've been schemin' all my life since I was born
Bm A Em G
Take me under, where dreams are torn asunder
Bm F#7 Bm
And line your pretty little pockets with my soul
Bm7
[Verse 1]
Bm
There is no law, in this unlikely Promised Land
A Em F#m Bm
There is no love, except the wringing of our hands, as we stand by'
A
And watch a television that I don't know why
Em F#m G
But I'm feelin' like a have no other choice
F#7
I can only hear your voice
Bm
I got no food, but I got everything to eat
A Em F#m
It makes no sense, that we can still be so hungry
Bm A
I just want more, and though I haven't any need to give me more
Em F#m G
Just to satiate your greedy appetite
F#7
And there ain't no end in sight
[Chorus]
Bm A Em G
Oh, Undertaker, rush me to my Maker,
Bm Em F#7
You've been schemin' all my life since I was born
Bm A Em G
Take me under, where dreams are torn asunder
Bm F#7 Bm
And line your pretty little pockets with my soul
[Verse 2]
Bm
You bleed me dry, with all the things that I demand
A Em F#m
I dry my eyes, with dollar bills and desert sand
Bm A
I turn away to find the body of the man who didn't know
Em F#m G
That he would never understand his own desires
F#7
And it consumes him like a fire
[Chorus]
Bm A Em G
Oh, Undertaker, rush me to my Maker,
Bm Em F#7
You've been schemin' all my life since I was born
Bm A Em G
Take me under, where dreams are torn asunder
Bm F#7 Bm
And line your pretty little pockets with my soul
[Instrumental]
Bm A Em G
Bm Em F#7
Bm A Em G
Bm F#7 Bm
Bm
Bm A
Em F#m G F#7
Bm G
I hear your voice, it's like echo in my brain
A Em F#m
I hear the sound of an unstoppable train
Bm G
I'm either on it, or I'm tied there to the tracks
A
I've made my choice
Em F#m G
And it's there that I'll remain until I die
F#7
It won't be long now by and by
[Chorus]
Bm A Em G
Oh, Undertaker, rush me to my Maker,
Bm Em F#7
You've been schemin' all my life since I was born
Bm A Em G
Take me under, where dreams are torn asunder
Bm F#7
And line your pretty little pockets with my-
Bm A Em G
Undertaker, rush me to my Maker,
Bm Em F#7
You've been schemin' all my life since I was born
Bm A Em G
Take me under, where dreams are torn asunder
Bm F#7 Bm
And line your pretty little pockets with my soul
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Froy Choi
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FSB
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