Biografia:
Grace Potter and the Nocturnals is a Vermont-based band that gained national attention in 2007 with its album, This Is Somewhere. Their next, self-titled studio album was released on June 8, 2010. The band blends funky blues, soul and rock from the 60s and early 70s.
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Outras músicas:
- Paris (ooh-la-la)
- Something That I Want
- Stars (acoustic)
- Stars
- Ah Mary
- All But One
- All Over You
- Apologies
- Belladonna
- Big White Gate
- Cant See Through
- Colors
- Elvis Presley Blues
- Falling Or Flying
- Foolin Myself
- Goodbye Kiss
- Hears To The Meantime
- Hot To The Touch
- I Want Something That I Want
- Lose Some Time
- Low Road
- Mad Mad River
- Medicine
- Night Rolls On
- One Short Night
- Only Love
- Outta My Tree
- Parachute Heart
- Paris Oh La La
- Ragged Company
- Runaway
- Somebody Fix Me
- Stop The Bus
- Sweet Hands
- That Phone
- The Divide
- The Lion The Beast The Beat
- Things I Never Needed
- Tiny Light
- Until The Morning Comes Around
- You May See Me
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Once again, providing a stripped down version of the song for us simple strummers.
F
Friday night I started my first fist fight
Got me kicked out of the bar
When I went stumbling through
C
The parking lot, you know I could not find my car
F
So I bummed a ride from Bessie
My old school friend
She said, Honey, where you want to go?
But all I said is, I think this might be the end
C
And I'm feeling sick so could you drive me slow?
F B F B
Because my man he up and left me, left me in dust
F
Doctor, lawyer, banker, tell me who can I trust?
B F
Somebody fix me Fix me from head to toe
C B
You'd better drop a line Or else you're leaving me out in cold
F
That man of mine he sure was one of a kind
He never did treat me wrong
He was the sweet kind of man
Who kept me straight in line
C
But now hes got me singing this low-down song
F
Now I ain't got nobody round
To come and help me get well
When all I do is drink and cry
Preacher man said
Baby, why don't you help yourself?
C
But I'm too low-down to even try
F B F B
I've drank up all my brandy, finished all my wine
F
I need your love candy, make me feel just fine
B F
Somebody fix me Fix me from head to toe
C B
You'd better drop a line Or else you're leaving me out in the cold
F
I was a real good girl for most of my early life
I figured someday Id make some man a real good wife
I always washed my knickers, pressed my blue, blue jeans
C
I've got no idea how I got so mean
F B F B
Now my man he up and left me, left me in the dust
F
Doctor, lawyer, banker, tell me who can I trust?
B F
Somebody fix me Fix me from head to toe
C B
You'd better drop a line Or else you're leaving me out in the cold
F
Friday night I started my first fist fight
Got me kicked out of the bar
When I went stumbling through
C
The parking lot, you know I could not find my car
F
So I bummed a ride from Bessie
My old school friend
She said, Honey, where you want to go?
But all I said is, I think this might be the end
C
And I'm feeling sick so could you drive me slow?
F B F B
Because my man he up and left me, left me in dust
F
Doctor, lawyer, banker, tell me who can I trust?
B F
Somebody fix me Fix me from head to toe
C B
You'd better drop a line Or else you're leaving me out in cold
F
That man of mine he sure was one of a kind
He never did treat me wrong
He was the sweet kind of man
Who kept me straight in line
C
But now hes got me singing this low-down song
F
Now I ain't got nobody round
To come and help me get well
When all I do is drink and cry
Preacher man said
Baby, why don't you help yourself?
C
But I'm too low-down to even try
F B F B
I've drank up all my brandy, finished all my wine
F
I need your love candy, make me feel just fine
B F
Somebody fix me Fix me from head to toe
C B
You'd better drop a line Or else you're leaving me out in the cold
F
I was a real good girl for most of my early life
I figured someday Id make some man a real good wife
I always washed my knickers, pressed my blue, blue jeans
C
I've got no idea how I got so mean
F B F B
Now my man he up and left me, left me in the dust
F
Doctor, lawyer, banker, tell me who can I trust?
B F
Somebody fix me Fix me from head to toe
C B
You'd better drop a line Or else you're leaving me out in the cold
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