Biografia:
A spirited country-folk and Americana outfit based out of Lubbock, Texas, Flatland Cavalry draw inspiration from Lone Star State contemporaries like Turnpike Troubadours, Wade Bowen, and Randy Rogers, as well as folk-pop artists like Avett Brothers and John Mayer. The group's music often puts fiddle and acoustic guitar up front to give the tunes a strong, rootsy influence tied to the past, but the melodies have a modern feel and are powered by a rock & roll backbeat.
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Tall City Blues
by The Flatland Cavalry
E F#m A A E
E
Well, I hate this town, hate this place
There ain't nothin' to do
F#m
Except go down to the bar each night
And drink 'til 2
A
I hate my job
E
I'm always in a bad mood
F#m A
I fear I'm comin' down with a case
E
Of the tall city blues
Well, I'm a CPA, I got my B.B.A. from TTU
F#m
I crunch numbers in a highrise
Countin' barrels o' crude
A
Me and my buddies bitch in the breakroom
E
'Cause our boss went golfin' this afternoon
F#m A
Left us to fend for ourselves
E
In the tall city blues
A E A
Tall city dreamin' is the difference
E A
In believin' in makin' a livin'
E
Or lovin' what you do
A E A
Raisin' a family among strangers
E
And wildcatters who
A E F#m A
Were brought here by the boom
We'll all be strangers soon
E
With tall city blues
E
This one bedroom apartment
Is takin' all my dough
F#m
Fifteen hundred a month
For Venetian blinds and stained concrete floors
A
Lay back in my king size bed
E
Each night where I sleep alone
F#m A
Dreamin' about my next move
E
Outta these tall city blues
A E A
Tall city dreamin' is the difference
E A
In believin' in makin' a livin'
E
Or lovin' what you do
A E A
Raisin' a family among strangers
E
And wildcatters who
A E F#m A
Were brought here by the boom
We'll all be strangers soon
E
With tall city blues
E
Got laid off this morning
Did you not hear the news
F#m
We took too much out of the ground
We knew what to do
A
Tonight no one gives a damn
E
Whether your collar's white or blue
F#m
We'll drain our glasses by the masses
A
And make a toast
E
To the tall city blues
F#m
Let's drain our glasses by the masses
A
And make a toast
E
To the tall city blues Oh
A E A
Tall city dreamin' is the difference
E A
In believin' in makin' a livin'
E
Or lovin' what you do
A E A
Raisin' a family among strangers
E
And wildcatters who
A E F#m A
Were brought here by the boom
We'll all be strangers soon
E
With tall city blues
F#m A
We'll all be strangers soon
E
With tall city blues
by The Flatland Cavalry
E F#m A A E
E
Well, I hate this town, hate this place
There ain't nothin' to do
F#m
Except go down to the bar each night
And drink 'til 2
A
I hate my job
E
I'm always in a bad mood
F#m A
I fear I'm comin' down with a case
E
Of the tall city blues
Well, I'm a CPA, I got my B.B.A. from TTU
F#m
I crunch numbers in a highrise
Countin' barrels o' crude
A
Me and my buddies bitch in the breakroom
E
'Cause our boss went golfin' this afternoon
F#m A
Left us to fend for ourselves
E
In the tall city blues
A E A
Tall city dreamin' is the difference
E A
In believin' in makin' a livin'
E
Or lovin' what you do
A E A
Raisin' a family among strangers
E
And wildcatters who
A E F#m A
Were brought here by the boom
We'll all be strangers soon
E
With tall city blues
E
This one bedroom apartment
Is takin' all my dough
F#m
Fifteen hundred a month
For Venetian blinds and stained concrete floors
A
Lay back in my king size bed
E
Each night where I sleep alone
F#m A
Dreamin' about my next move
E
Outta these tall city blues
A E A
Tall city dreamin' is the difference
E A
In believin' in makin' a livin'
E
Or lovin' what you do
A E A
Raisin' a family among strangers
E
And wildcatters who
A E F#m A
Were brought here by the boom
We'll all be strangers soon
E
With tall city blues
E
Got laid off this morning
Did you not hear the news
F#m
We took too much out of the ground
We knew what to do
A
Tonight no one gives a damn
E
Whether your collar's white or blue
F#m
We'll drain our glasses by the masses
A
And make a toast
E
To the tall city blues
F#m
Let's drain our glasses by the masses
A
And make a toast
E
To the tall city blues Oh
A E A
Tall city dreamin' is the difference
E A
In believin' in makin' a livin'
E
Or lovin' what you do
A E A
Raisin' a family among strangers
E
And wildcatters who
A E F#m A
Were brought here by the boom
We'll all be strangers soon
E
With tall city blues
F#m A
We'll all be strangers soon
E
With tall city blues
Flavia Wenceslau
Flavien Berger
Flavio Cesar
Flavio Giurato
Flavio Oreglio