Biografía:
James McMurtry, born March 18, 1962, Fort Worth, Texas, is an American rock and folk-rock/americana singer, songwriter, guitarist, bandleader and occasional actor (Daisy Miller, Lonesome Dove). He performs with veteran bandmates and rhythm section The Heartless Bastards.
His father, novelist Larry McMurtry, gave him his first guitar at age seven. His mother, an English professor, taught him how to play it: "My mother taught me three chords and the rest I just stole as I went along. I learned everything by ear or by watching people."
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Otras canciones:
- Broken Bed
- Charlemagnes Home Town
- Childish Things
- Choctaw Bingo
- Copper Canteen
- Crazy Wind
- Dont Waste Away
- Fast As I Can Acoustic
- Fireline Road
- Fuller Brush Man
- Gulf Road
- Hands Like Rain
- Hurricane Party
- Iolanthe
- Lights Of Cheyenne
- Lost In The Backyard
- Memorial Day
- Out Here In The Middle
- Painting By Numbers
- Pocatello
- Ruby And Carlos
- State Of The Union
- Too Long In The Wasteland
- Walk Between The Raindrops
- We Cant Make It Here
- We Cant Make It Here Anymore
- Wheres Johnny
- You Got To Me
¡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!
One of my favorites on James McMurtry's "Too Long in the Wasteland" No capo,
standard tuning. It's easy to play and sing :) Good luck!
INTRO:
Am
VERSE 1:
Am G
Gone off in the pitch-black dark to work the morning tour
Am
He's halfway to the highway and he won't be back for hours
G Am
His taillights down the gravel road, you watch them round the bend
G Am
Nothing's on the TV but something's in the wind
G Am
And it makes you crazy, and it makes you blue
G Am
It's a restless feeling and it's nothing new
VERSE 2:
Listen to the buzzing of the June bugs and the flies
The sink's all full of dishes - you might just let 'em lie
You might just pour yourself a drink and sit outside a while
He won't miss the whiskey - he know's it's not your style
And he don't care enough to even wonder why
You fight off his fumbling hands with daggers in your eyes
CHORUS 1:
F C
Time sure flies when you're having fun
G Am
Wasn't it just yesterday you turned twenty-one
F C
Does it still matter what you might have done
G F Am
Had you tried
VERSE 3:
His bird dogs in their wire cage are barking at the moon
You turn the covers back and hope the dawn don't come too soon
Draw the shades to keep your dark eyes from the glare of the vapour light
But the sheets are cool and empty and you won't sleep tonight
With a half moon rising and a warm gusty breeze
Blowing from the southwest, whispering in the trees
SOLO:
F C G Am
F C G F Am
VERSE 4:
The asphalt 'neath the tires makes a hollow whining sound
And it stretches on forever through a thousand little towns
With their stores all dark and silent and their flashing yellow lights
And nobody sees you passing in the fury of your flight
You'll see them later, some other day
Self preservation, what can you say
CHORUS 2:
Time sure flies when you're having fun
Your mind's made up now and it's all said and done
Flying down the four-lane with the morning sun
In your eyes
standard tuning. It's easy to play and sing :) Good luck!
INTRO:
Am
VERSE 1:
Am G
Gone off in the pitch-black dark to work the morning tour
Am
He's halfway to the highway and he won't be back for hours
G Am
His taillights down the gravel road, you watch them round the bend
G Am
Nothing's on the TV but something's in the wind
G Am
And it makes you crazy, and it makes you blue
G Am
It's a restless feeling and it's nothing new
VERSE 2:
Listen to the buzzing of the June bugs and the flies
The sink's all full of dishes - you might just let 'em lie
You might just pour yourself a drink and sit outside a while
He won't miss the whiskey - he know's it's not your style
And he don't care enough to even wonder why
You fight off his fumbling hands with daggers in your eyes
CHORUS 1:
F C
Time sure flies when you're having fun
G Am
Wasn't it just yesterday you turned twenty-one
F C
Does it still matter what you might have done
G F Am
Had you tried
VERSE 3:
His bird dogs in their wire cage are barking at the moon
You turn the covers back and hope the dawn don't come too soon
Draw the shades to keep your dark eyes from the glare of the vapour light
But the sheets are cool and empty and you won't sleep tonight
With a half moon rising and a warm gusty breeze
Blowing from the southwest, whispering in the trees
SOLO:
F C G Am
F C G F Am
VERSE 4:
The asphalt 'neath the tires makes a hollow whining sound
And it stretches on forever through a thousand little towns
With their stores all dark and silent and their flashing yellow lights
And nobody sees you passing in the fury of your flight
You'll see them later, some other day
Self preservation, what can you say
CHORUS 2:
Time sure flies when you're having fun
Your mind's made up now and it's all said and done
Flying down the four-lane with the morning sun
In your eyes
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