Biografia:
Jerry Reed Hubbard (20 de Março de 1937 – 1 de setembro de 2008), conhecido profissionalmente como Jerry Reed, foi um cantor de Country Music, compositor e ator, tendo participado de mais de uma dúzia de filmes.
Como cantor ele é mais conhecido pelas músicas (Who Was the Man Who Put) The Line in Gasoline ; Lord, Mr. Ford (What Have You Done) ; Amos Moses ; When You're Hot, You're Hot , pelo qual recebeu o Grammy de Melhor Performance Vocal Masculina de Country em 1972; e East Bound and Down
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Outras músicas:
- Amos Moses
- Bandit
- Another Puff
- East Bound And Down
- Eastbound Smokey And The Bandit
- Guitar Man
- It Dont Work That Way
- Ko
- Lord Mr Ford
- Pretty Mary Sunlight
- Remembering
- She Got The Gold Mine
- Sixteen Tons
- Texas Bound And Flyin
- The Bandit
- The Lady Is A Woman
- The Preacher And The Bear
- Tryin Stuff On
- West Bound And Down
- When Youre Hotyoure Hot
- You Took All The Ramblin Out Of 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!
Play this with a capo on 4th fret.
All chord names, shapes, and notes are relative to position of capo.
Real chord names are in square brackets below.
G [B] = 320033 G(b5)/Bb [B(b5)/D] = x10023
Gsus/A [Bsus/Db] = x00013 A7 [Db7] = x02020
D [F#] = xx0232 C [E] = x32010
G7 [B7] = 320031
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G G(b5)/Bb Gsus/A G
INTRO
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas drinking,
piston clinking, air polluting, smoke belching, four wheeled buggies from Detroit City,
**RIFF** A7 D G
then pay attention; I'm about to sing your song son.
G
Well, I'm not a man appointed judge,
C
To bear ill-will and hold a grudge,
G D
But I think it's time I said me a few choice words.
G
All about that demon automobile,
C
A metal box with the polyglass wheel,
G D G
The end result to the dream of Henry Ford.
D
Well, I've got a car that's mine alone,
C
That me and the finance company own.
G D
A ready made pile of manufactured grief.
G G7
And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain,
C
I'm a-changing a flat in a hurricane,
G D G
I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf.
A7
Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam,
That makes me the bitter fool I am,
D
But this four wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to death.
A7
For gas and oils and fluids and grease,
And wires and tires and anti-freeze,
D
And them accessories, well honey that's something else.
G
Well, you can get a stereo tape and a color tv,
C
Get a backseat bar and reclining seats,
G D
And just pay once a month, like you do your rent.
G G7
Well, I figured it up and over a period of time,
C
This four thousand dollar car of mine,
G D G
Costs fourteen thousand dollars and ninety-nine cents.
D C G
Well, now Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see,
D
What your simple horseless carriage has become.
G
Well, it seems your contribution to man,
C
To say the least, got a little out of hand,
G D G **RIFF** A7 D G
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what have you done.
G
Now the average American father and mother,
C
Own one whole car and half another,
G D
And I bet that half a car is a trick to buy, don't you?
G G7
But the thing that amazes me I guess,
C
Is the way we measure a man's success,
G D G
By the kind of an automobile he can afford to buy.
A7
Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop,
Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop,
D
Get out the credit card honey, we're out of gas.
A7
Well, now all the car's placed end to end,
Would reach to the moon and back again,
D
And there'd probably be some poor fool pull out to pass.
G
Well now, how I yearn for the good old days,
C
Without that carbon monoxide haze,
G D
A-hanging over the roar of the interstate.
G G7
Well, if the Lord that made the moon and stars,
C
Would have meant for me and you to have cars,
G D G
He'd have seen that we was all born with a parking space.
D C G
Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see,
D
What your simple horseless carriage has become.
G G7
Well, it seems your contribution to man,
C
To say the least, got a little out of hand,
G D G
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what have you done.
Come away with me Lucille
A7 D G C **RIFF** A7 D G
In my smoking, choking automobile
All chord names, shapes, and notes are relative to position of capo.
Real chord names are in square brackets below.
G [B] = 320033 G(b5)/Bb [B(b5)/D] = x10023
Gsus/A [Bsus/Db] = x00013 A7 [Db7] = x02020
D [F#] = xx0232 C [E] = x32010
G7 [B7] = 320031
***************************************************************************************
G G(b5)/Bb Gsus/A G
INTRO
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas drinking,
piston clinking, air polluting, smoke belching, four wheeled buggies from Detroit City,
**RIFF** A7 D G
then pay attention; I'm about to sing your song son.
G
Well, I'm not a man appointed judge,
C
To bear ill-will and hold a grudge,
G D
But I think it's time I said me a few choice words.
G
All about that demon automobile,
C
A metal box with the polyglass wheel,
G D G
The end result to the dream of Henry Ford.
D
Well, I've got a car that's mine alone,
C
That me and the finance company own.
G D
A ready made pile of manufactured grief.
G G7
And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain,
C
I'm a-changing a flat in a hurricane,
G D G
I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf.
A7
Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam,
That makes me the bitter fool I am,
D
But this four wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to death.
A7
For gas and oils and fluids and grease,
And wires and tires and anti-freeze,
D
And them accessories, well honey that's something else.
G
Well, you can get a stereo tape and a color tv,
C
Get a backseat bar and reclining seats,
G D
And just pay once a month, like you do your rent.
G G7
Well, I figured it up and over a period of time,
C
This four thousand dollar car of mine,
G D G
Costs fourteen thousand dollars and ninety-nine cents.
D C G
Well, now Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see,
D
What your simple horseless carriage has become.
G
Well, it seems your contribution to man,
C
To say the least, got a little out of hand,
G D G **RIFF** A7 D G
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what have you done.
G
Now the average American father and mother,
C
Own one whole car and half another,
G D
And I bet that half a car is a trick to buy, don't you?
G G7
But the thing that amazes me I guess,
C
Is the way we measure a man's success,
G D G
By the kind of an automobile he can afford to buy.
A7
Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop,
Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop,
D
Get out the credit card honey, we're out of gas.
A7
Well, now all the car's placed end to end,
Would reach to the moon and back again,
D
And there'd probably be some poor fool pull out to pass.
G
Well now, how I yearn for the good old days,
C
Without that carbon monoxide haze,
G D
A-hanging over the roar of the interstate.
G G7
Well, if the Lord that made the moon and stars,
C
Would have meant for me and you to have cars,
G D G
He'd have seen that we was all born with a parking space.
D C G
Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see,
D
What your simple horseless carriage has become.
G G7
Well, it seems your contribution to man,
C
To say the least, got a little out of hand,
G D G
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what have you done.
Come away with me Lucille
A7 D G C **RIFF** A7 D G
In my smoking, choking automobile
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