Biografia:
Joseph Huber hails from the state of Wisconsin. As the singer, songwriter, performer, recorder and producer of all of his own material, Huber has his hands full, but never seems to miss a beat. And his own 'solo' material has now certainly surpassed the output of his past efforts, both in volume and substance. As one of the founding member of the .357 String Band--a group that would probably fit better in today's 'Americana-saturated' environment
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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!
G Em C G
Well I woke my head up moaning on the motel floor
G Em C G
Got that old maid knocking, hoping she don’t knock no more
D G
And I’m feeeeling I’m feeling kind of low
G Em C G
Gonna load that van up, run it off the old tight road
G Em C G
Gonna throw my hands up, cause I ain’t at the wheel no more
D
And I’m feeeeeling, I’m feeling like the
C G C G
head is the tail, now the head is the tail
Em C G
Im choking on my own smoke trail
Em C Dsus C
Better run, better run but you’re good as done
G C G G C G
My fate be an iron rail, my fate be an iron rail
G Em C G
So it goes, so it goes and just keeps going, Shoveling the rich black coal
G Em C G
Well the brakeman must’ve missed that whistle blowing, Just screaming as your own back Toils
D G
And I’m feeeeeling at the end of my rope
G Em C G
Well a tic tac toe at a window seat, strumming on the old banjo
G Em C G
Well a couch that folds is a reason to cheat, a reason only no one knows
D
And I’m feeeeeling, I’m feeling like the
C G C G
head is the tail, now the head is the tail
Em C G
Im choking on my own smoke trail
Em C Dsus C
Better run, better run but you’re good as done
G C G G C G
My fate be an iron rail, my fate be an iron rail
G Em C G
Well I got….that notion. To jump out the skin I wore
G Em C G
Set fire to that ocean, walking through my own back door
D
And I’m feeeeeling, I’m feeling like the
C G C G
head is the tail, now the head is the tail
Em C G
Im choking on my own smoke trail
Em C Dsus C
Better run, better run but you’re good as done
G C G G C G
My fate be an iron rail, my fate be an iron rail
Well I woke my head up moaning on the motel floor
G Em C G
Got that old maid knocking, hoping she don’t knock no more
D G
And I’m feeeeling I’m feeling kind of low
G Em C G
Gonna load that van up, run it off the old tight road
G Em C G
Gonna throw my hands up, cause I ain’t at the wheel no more
D
And I’m feeeeeling, I’m feeling like the
C G C G
head is the tail, now the head is the tail
Em C G
Im choking on my own smoke trail
Em C Dsus C
Better run, better run but you’re good as done
G C G G C G
My fate be an iron rail, my fate be an iron rail
G Em C G
So it goes, so it goes and just keeps going, Shoveling the rich black coal
G Em C G
Well the brakeman must’ve missed that whistle blowing, Just screaming as your own back Toils
D G
And I’m feeeeeling at the end of my rope
G Em C G
Well a tic tac toe at a window seat, strumming on the old banjo
G Em C G
Well a couch that folds is a reason to cheat, a reason only no one knows
D
And I’m feeeeeling, I’m feeling like the
C G C G
head is the tail, now the head is the tail
Em C G
Im choking on my own smoke trail
Em C Dsus C
Better run, better run but you’re good as done
G C G G C G
My fate be an iron rail, my fate be an iron rail
G Em C G
Well I got….that notion. To jump out the skin I wore
G Em C G
Set fire to that ocean, walking through my own back door
D
And I’m feeeeeling, I’m feeling like the
C G C G
head is the tail, now the head is the tail
Em C G
Im choking on my own smoke trail
Em C Dsus C
Better run, better run but you’re good as done
G C G G C G
My fate be an iron rail, my fate be an iron rail
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