Biografía:
Blitzen Trapper es un grupo de folk/rock experimental procedente de Portland, Oregon. Con claras influencias de Beck y Wilco, ésta banda debutó en 2003 con un disco homónimo que se situó inmediatamente entre lo más destacado en la escena del country alternativo estadounidense. Posteriormente han grabado los discos Field Rexx (2004), Wild Mountain Nation (2007) y Furr (2008).
Sus miembros son Eric Earley (voces, guitarra, teclados); Erik Menteer (guitarra
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Otras canciones:
- Black River Killer
- Furr
- God and Suicide
- Across The River
- American Goldwing
- Astronaut
- Badgers Black Brigade
- Big Black Bird
- Country Caravan
- Dont Be A Stranger
- Dragons Song
- Drive On Up
- Evening Star
- Ever Loved Once
- Fletcher
- Girl In A Coat
- God Suicide
- Gold For Bread
- Heaven And Earth
- Jericho
- Lady On The Water
- Laughing Lover
- Lonesome Angel
- Love Grow Cold
- Love The Way You Walk Away
- Might Find It Cheap
- Mission Moon
- My Home Town
- Not Your Lover
- Rebel
- Reno
- Saturday Nite
- Sci
- Silver Moon
- Sleepytime In The Western World
- Stolen Shoes And A Rifle
- Stranger In A Strange Land
- Taking It Easy Too Long
- Texaco
- The Man Who Would Speak True
- The Tree
- Thirsty Man
- Valley Of Death
- Wild Mountain Nation
- Wild Mountain Nation Live Acoustic
- Wind Dont Always Blow
¡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!
Drive On Up
C F Am C
Drive on up , baby mamma won't you drive on up
F
To the soft boys tall
C
For rich or for poor
G
In your granddads pick up truck
C F Am C
Drive on up , honey baby through the timbers and the fog
F C G C
Ill be sitting here in the sunlight on that same old hollow log
G
Well I made my money honey on the road
F
Id been down on the trail with a heavy load
G
You bounce all around like a bumble bee
F Dm
So wont you come on up here and take a look and see
So drive on up , honey mamma wont you drive on up
Till the soft boys tall
For rich or for poor
In your granddads pick up truck
Your mamma, she ain't here no more
And your brother well he's in jail
So wont you drive on up and see me girl cause you got nothin left to sell
Well I made my money honey on the road
Id been down on the trail with a heavy load
Bounce all around like a bumble bee
And now I see your headlights comin through those trees
So let's drive on down to the city baby drive on down
Where the lights shine on the lake oh mamma and the kids go round and round
We'll drink a toast to the southern past to the gravestones on the hill
To the love we've had and the love we lost and the love wee got still
Solo
So step on up and let your hair down
We'll be running from the law when the sun goes down
Paint your lips red and your blue eyes brown
Baby come on up so we can drive on down
Drive on up , baby momma won't you drive on up
Till the soft boys tall
For rich or for poor
In your granddads pick up truck
Your mamma, she ain't here no more
And your brother well hes in jail
So wont you drive on up and see me girl cause you got nothin left to sell
Oh you got nothin left to sell
You got nothin left to sell
C F Am C
Drive on up , baby mamma won't you drive on up
F
To the soft boys tall
C
For rich or for poor
G
In your granddads pick up truck
C F Am C
Drive on up , honey baby through the timbers and the fog
F C G C
Ill be sitting here in the sunlight on that same old hollow log
G
Well I made my money honey on the road
F
Id been down on the trail with a heavy load
G
You bounce all around like a bumble bee
F Dm
So wont you come on up here and take a look and see
So drive on up , honey mamma wont you drive on up
Till the soft boys tall
For rich or for poor
In your granddads pick up truck
Your mamma, she ain't here no more
And your brother well he's in jail
So wont you drive on up and see me girl cause you got nothin left to sell
Well I made my money honey on the road
Id been down on the trail with a heavy load
Bounce all around like a bumble bee
And now I see your headlights comin through those trees
So let's drive on down to the city baby drive on down
Where the lights shine on the lake oh mamma and the kids go round and round
We'll drink a toast to the southern past to the gravestones on the hill
To the love we've had and the love we lost and the love wee got still
Solo
So step on up and let your hair down
We'll be running from the law when the sun goes down
Paint your lips red and your blue eyes brown
Baby come on up so we can drive on down
Drive on up , baby momma won't you drive on up
Till the soft boys tall
For rich or for poor
In your granddads pick up truck
Your mamma, she ain't here no more
And your brother well hes in jail
So wont you drive on up and see me girl cause you got nothin left to sell
Oh you got nothin left to sell
You got nothin left to sell
Blondie
Blood On The Dan (...)
Blood Sweat & (...)
Bloodhound Gang
Bloque Depresivo
Blue Peter
Blue Rodeo
Blue Swede (guar (...)
Blueberryq
Bluejuice