Biografía:
The Stray Birds, an American folk band, started as a duo of acoustic buskers in early 2010 when Maya de Vitry and Oliver Craven (originally from Lancaster, Pennsylvania) met with their instruments, their voices, and their songs
When the band take the stage, the spotlight falls on three voices raised in harmony above the raw resonance of wood and strings. It is a sound drawn from the richness of American folk music traditions, spun with a stirring subtlety and grace.
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25 to Life
By The Stray Birds
Capo 5
Intro: G D A Bm A G A D
D A
Left my home I was 17, I was looking for a job
A D
When I met them no-good friends of mine.
D A
They gave me all kinds of bad advice and they taught me how to rob.
A Bm A
Said they'd always be there down the line...
A Bm Bm A
Be there down the line.
D A
I got my very first 12 gauge, got a half a dozen shells
A D
Come to find that one was all I need.
D A
I didn't waste no time a'thinkin' I got right down to the job.
A Bm A
That night a grown man would bleed...
A Bm Bm A
A grown man would bleed.
G A
There ain't no romance in 25 to life,
Bm A G
Still a kid I'll prob'ly die in my cell.
G A
At night I worry, no dog, no son, no wife.
Bm A G
I did it all with a lone shotgun shell.
Bm A D
Whoa... A shotgun shell.
D A D
D A
Well I run up into the country store, I demanded the cash.
A D
Had a bag in my left hand, a gun in my right.
D A
With the feelings I never had before it all happened oh too fast.
A Bm A
That shot rang out as cold as the night...
A Bm Bm A
Cold as the night.
D A
A dust cloud rose up in the air the blood flowin' from his mouth.
A D
Had his eyes wide open, they were starin' back at mine.
D A
Judge came out, put the gavel down, his voice mighty loud.
A Bm G
"You done wrong and boy you'll do the time...
A D
Boy you'll do the time."
G A
There ain't no romance in 25 to life,
Bm A G
Still a kid I'll prob'ly die in my cell.
G A
At night I worry, no dog, no son, no wife.
Bm A G
I did it all with a lone shotgun shell.
G A D
Whoa... A shotgun shell.
G A
There ain't no romance in 25 to life,
Bm A G
I'm still a kid I'll probably die in my cell.
G A
Hell at night I worry, no dog, no son, no wife.
Bm A G
I did it all, did it all to myself.
G A D A G
Whoa... A shotgun shell.
G A D A D
Whoa... A shotgun shell.
By The Stray Birds
Capo 5
Intro: G D A Bm A G A D
D A
Left my home I was 17, I was looking for a job
A D
When I met them no-good friends of mine.
D A
They gave me all kinds of bad advice and they taught me how to rob.
A Bm A
Said they'd always be there down the line...
A Bm Bm A
Be there down the line.
D A
I got my very first 12 gauge, got a half a dozen shells
A D
Come to find that one was all I need.
D A
I didn't waste no time a'thinkin' I got right down to the job.
A Bm A
That night a grown man would bleed...
A Bm Bm A
A grown man would bleed.
G A
There ain't no romance in 25 to life,
Bm A G
Still a kid I'll prob'ly die in my cell.
G A
At night I worry, no dog, no son, no wife.
Bm A G
I did it all with a lone shotgun shell.
Bm A D
Whoa... A shotgun shell.
D A D
D A
Well I run up into the country store, I demanded the cash.
A D
Had a bag in my left hand, a gun in my right.
D A
With the feelings I never had before it all happened oh too fast.
A Bm A
That shot rang out as cold as the night...
A Bm Bm A
Cold as the night.
D A
A dust cloud rose up in the air the blood flowin' from his mouth.
A D
Had his eyes wide open, they were starin' back at mine.
D A
Judge came out, put the gavel down, his voice mighty loud.
A Bm G
"You done wrong and boy you'll do the time...
A D
Boy you'll do the time."
G A
There ain't no romance in 25 to life,
Bm A G
Still a kid I'll prob'ly die in my cell.
G A
At night I worry, no dog, no son, no wife.
Bm A G
I did it all with a lone shotgun shell.
G A D
Whoa... A shotgun shell.
G A
There ain't no romance in 25 to life,
Bm A G
I'm still a kid I'll probably die in my cell.
G A
Hell at night I worry, no dog, no son, no wife.
Bm A G
I did it all, did it all to myself.
G A D A G
Whoa... A shotgun shell.
G A D A D
Whoa... A shotgun shell.
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