Biografía:
If you were to sit down with Ryan Beaver for a casual conversation, within minutes you would realize that Ryan’s music is a transparent representation of who he is to the core: humble, levelheaded, genuine. He’s a deeply rooted family guy from a small town in Northeast Texas, who set aside his marketing degree from Texas State, and discovered himself in the artistic community of Austin. “I’ve grown up my entire life with music,” Ryan explains.
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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!
Am C G
[Verse 1]
G Am
The nights all run together, one right into the next
C
And each night I sit here on this bar stool
G G
Play my songs for tips. The faces have grown cold
Am
And the smiles have turned to stares
C G
If I was a gambling man I'd bet that they don't care
[Chorus]
Am C G D
That I'm under the neons, burning away
Am C G
Yes I'm under the neons, just giving my heart away
Am C G D
Oh I'm under the neons, pouring out my soul
Am C G
How much more can I give them I just don't know
Am C G
[Verse 2]
G Am
They tell me to keep on playing, say they like to hear my songs
C G
I know that they hear me, but are they listening at all?
G Am
I get this empty feeling, that I'm just spining my wheels
C G
One look around this bar room, and I can't help but feel
[Chorus]
Am C G D
That I'm under the neons, burning away
Am C G
Yes I'm under the neons, just giving my heart away
Am C G D
Oh I'm under the neons, pouring out my soul
Am C G
How much more can I give them I just don't know
Am C G D
I'll be under the neons, burning away
Am C G
Yes I'm under the neons, just giving my heart away
Am C G D
Oh I'm under the neons, pouring out my soul
Am C G
How much more can I give them I just don't know
Oh I just don't know, just don't know
Am C G
[Verse 1]
G Am
The nights all run together, one right into the next
C
And each night I sit here on this bar stool
G G
Play my songs for tips. The faces have grown cold
Am
And the smiles have turned to stares
C G
If I was a gambling man I'd bet that they don't care
[Chorus]
Am C G D
That I'm under the neons, burning away
Am C G
Yes I'm under the neons, just giving my heart away
Am C G D
Oh I'm under the neons, pouring out my soul
Am C G
How much more can I give them I just don't know
Am C G
[Verse 2]
G Am
They tell me to keep on playing, say they like to hear my songs
C G
I know that they hear me, but are they listening at all?
G Am
I get this empty feeling, that I'm just spining my wheels
C G
One look around this bar room, and I can't help but feel
[Chorus]
Am C G D
That I'm under the neons, burning away
Am C G
Yes I'm under the neons, just giving my heart away
Am C G D
Oh I'm under the neons, pouring out my soul
Am C G
How much more can I give them I just don't know
Am C G D
I'll be under the neons, burning away
Am C G
Yes I'm under the neons, just giving my heart away
Am C G D
Oh I'm under the neons, pouring out my soul
Am C G
How much more can I give them I just don't know
Oh I just don't know, just don't know
Am C G
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