Biografía:
Jay Munly (acreditado también como Munly y Munly Munly) is músico, compositor y guitarrista de Denver, Colorado.Es uno de los mayores exponente del llamado "Denver Sound", música que mezcla elementos de country, Gótico y gospel. Es miembro de Slim Cessna's Auto Club y de Denver Broncos UK, asi como el guitarrista de su propia banda Munly and the Lee Lewis Harlots. Antes de formar parte de the Harlots, Munly edito varios albumes en solitario acompañado de numerosos músicos, algunos de ellos forman parte del grupo Devotchka.
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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]
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[Verse 1]
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Mr. Murphy gathered us around
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Put us in the dying field
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He said, "Men, it's been a bad year around here"
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He said we should play a little game
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To alleviate this pain
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So he grabbed my pop by the neck
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I guess my pop played his game
[Spoken]
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See y'all, me myself, I was just watchin' the men scuffle their boots on the ground
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And lookin' dog-faced, not lookin' one-another in the eye.
F
An' see, me myself, I was ducked down behind this dirt pile and
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Not understandin' this game that was goin' on
F
until Mr. Murphy, until he caught my eye
[Chorus]
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C
All your cattle, I will hang
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C Am Bb
All your crops, they'll go, they'll go away
[Verse 2]
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So I ran seven miles out to Murphy's farm
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I threw a rock at the window
F
And Isabella Murphy, she sauntered down the stairs
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She grabbed my wrists, she said "Let's go"
F
And then she pulled me out to the dying field
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Pushed me down and straddled me there
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Then I cupped my hands between her crotch
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Caught the water from her hair
[Spoken]
F
And with my hands cupped, holdin' Isabella's water, I shoved her out of the way
F
And I ran seven miles back into my hometown. I came to the town well,
F
Held my hands, cupped with Isabella's water high, opened 'em up,
F
And now this town, it knows the Murphy's hell
[Chorus]
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C
All your cattle, I will hang
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C Am Bb
Oh, your daughter, she will, she'll learn my name
Dm C
And I'll hang your cattle
Dm C
And I'll bleed your pork
Dm C
And I'll shave your chickens
Dm C
And I'll piss on your porch
N.C.
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drown the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drown the pain
[Chorus]
Dm C Dm
But if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C
All your cattle, I will hang
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C Dm C
All your children, they will, they'll come away
C
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C
Drink the pain
C
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C
Drown the pain
C
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C
Drank the pain
C
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C Fm
Drown, we drown the pain
F
[Verse 1]
F
Mr. Murphy gathered us around
F
Put us in the dying field
F
He said, "Men, it's been a bad year around here"
F
He said we should play a little game
F
To alleviate this pain
F
So he grabbed my pop by the neck
F
I guess my pop played his game
[Spoken]
F
See y'all, me myself, I was just watchin' the men scuffle their boots on the ground
F
And lookin' dog-faced, not lookin' one-another in the eye.
F
An' see, me myself, I was ducked down behind this dirt pile and
F
Not understandin' this game that was goin' on
F
until Mr. Murphy, until he caught my eye
[Chorus]
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C
All your cattle, I will hang
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C Am Bb
All your crops, they'll go, they'll go away
[Verse 2]
F
So I ran seven miles out to Murphy's farm
F
I threw a rock at the window
F
And Isabella Murphy, she sauntered down the stairs
F
She grabbed my wrists, she said "Let's go"
F
And then she pulled me out to the dying field
F
Pushed me down and straddled me there
F
Then I cupped my hands between her crotch
F
Caught the water from her hair
[Spoken]
F
And with my hands cupped, holdin' Isabella's water, I shoved her out of the way
F
And I ran seven miles back into my hometown. I came to the town well,
F
Held my hands, cupped with Isabella's water high, opened 'em up,
F
And now this town, it knows the Murphy's hell
[Chorus]
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C
All your cattle, I will hang
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C Am Bb
Oh, your daughter, she will, she'll learn my name
Dm C
And I'll hang your cattle
Dm C
And I'll bleed your pork
Dm C
And I'll shave your chickens
Dm C
And I'll piss on your porch
N.C.
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drown the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drown the pain
[Chorus]
Dm C Dm
But if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C
All your cattle, I will hang
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C Dm C
All your children, they will, they'll come away
C
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C
Drink the pain
C
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C
Drown the pain
C
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C
Drank the pain
C
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C Fm
Drown, we drown the pain
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