Biografia:
A Hellbound Glory é originária de Reno, Nevada, e é uma das bandas mais bacanas que conheci nos últimos anos. A banda Country formada por Leroy Virgil (vocais e guitarra), Eric "Rico" Peterson (lap steel e harpa), Zach Shedd (upright bass) e Francis 'The Butcher' Valentino (bateria), ganhou certa notoriedade no início de 2013 quando realizaram 29 shows ao lado do Kid Rock em sua "Rebel Soul Tour".
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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!
This is a tab based off the official chords taken from the music video from the band itself.
CHORDS:
G (320033)
C (032010)
D (000232)
Em (022000)
VERSE 1:
G
Well momma never was no angel,
C
Daddy never was no saint
G
There ain't a pretty childhood picture
D
these family lines can paint
G
This ain't no sob story
C
This ain't no complaint
G
Hell, I'm proud of who I am
D G
Proud of what I ain't
CHORUS:
C
Cause I was born a bastard child,
G
Daddy run off and momma run wild
D
I got a crooked cowboy smile
G
I walk a crooked country mile
C
Coulda done worse, shoulda done better
G
Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,
D
I ain't prince or a pile,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
VERSE 2:
G
I was a fathers only son of a bitch
C
one the family never claimed
G
and you can bet I didn't grow up rich
D
and never really had a last name
G
I bear the mark of the bastard child
C
but I wear it with no shame
G
for any good or bad I've done
D G
I'll take the credit and the blame
CHORUS:
C
Cause I was born a bastard child,
G
Daddy run off and momma run wild
D
I got a crooked cowboy smile
G
I walk a crooked country mile
C
Coulda done worse, shoulda done better
G
Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,
D
I ain't prince or a pile,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
BRIDGE:
Em
Well I'm a son of the earth
G
a real bad seed
D
All I'll ever be worth
G
is all I'll ever need
C
I'm just thankful for my birth
D
and for my family
or else I wouldn't be me
CHORUS:
C
Cause I was born a bastard child,
G
Daddy run off and momma run wild
D
I got a crooked cowboy smile
G
I walk a crooked country mile
C
Coulda done worse, shoulda done better
G
Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,
D
I ain't prince or a pile,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
D
I grew up fast, grew up wild,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
CHORDS:
G (320033)
C (032010)
D (000232)
Em (022000)
VERSE 1:
G
Well momma never was no angel,
C
Daddy never was no saint
G
There ain't a pretty childhood picture
D
these family lines can paint
G
This ain't no sob story
C
This ain't no complaint
G
Hell, I'm proud of who I am
D G
Proud of what I ain't
CHORUS:
C
Cause I was born a bastard child,
G
Daddy run off and momma run wild
D
I got a crooked cowboy smile
G
I walk a crooked country mile
C
Coulda done worse, shoulda done better
G
Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,
D
I ain't prince or a pile,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
VERSE 2:
G
I was a fathers only son of a bitch
C
one the family never claimed
G
and you can bet I didn't grow up rich
D
and never really had a last name
G
I bear the mark of the bastard child
C
but I wear it with no shame
G
for any good or bad I've done
D G
I'll take the credit and the blame
CHORUS:
C
Cause I was born a bastard child,
G
Daddy run off and momma run wild
D
I got a crooked cowboy smile
G
I walk a crooked country mile
C
Coulda done worse, shoulda done better
G
Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,
D
I ain't prince or a pile,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
BRIDGE:
Em
Well I'm a son of the earth
G
a real bad seed
D
All I'll ever be worth
G
is all I'll ever need
C
I'm just thankful for my birth
D
and for my family
or else I wouldn't be me
CHORUS:
C
Cause I was born a bastard child,
G
Daddy run off and momma run wild
D
I got a crooked cowboy smile
G
I walk a crooked country mile
C
Coulda done worse, shoulda done better
G
Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,
D
I ain't prince or a pile,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
D
I grew up fast, grew up wild,
G
ain't doing bad for a bastard child
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