Biografia:
Uma banda americana de Nashville, com uma formação tradicional de bluegrass (violão, banjo, bandolim, violino, baixo-acústico), essa banda não foge muito do som que os veteranos faziam há já um bocado de tempo, mas também não é igual a nada que tenhamos ouvido. Entre baladas e músicas animadas eles conseguem não só cativar os já adeptos do country e bluegrass, como atrair atenção de pessoas totalmente alheias ao estilo.
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Outras músicas:
- Carry Me Back To Virginia
- Cc Rider
- Cocaine Habit
- Down Home Girl
- Humdinger
- I Hear Them All
- Take Em Away
- Tell It To Me
- Wagon Wheel
- 8 Dogs 8 Banjos
- Aint It Enough
- Alabama High
- Alibi
- Back To New Orleans
- Big Sciota
- Big Time In The Jungle
- Black Haired Quebecoise
- Bobcat Tracks
- Bootleggers Boy
- Brushy Mountain Conjugal Trailer
- Caroline
- Cocaine Habit Blues
- Country Gal
- Crazy Eyes
- Dance With Somebody
- Dearly Departed Friend
- Deportee
- Dixieland Delight
- Dont Ride That Horse
- Fall On My Knees
- Firewater
- Flicker And Shine
- Genevieve
- Gods Got It
- Half Mile Down
- Half Mile Down Guitar Lead
- Hard To Love
- Heart Up In The Sky
- Hesitation Blues
- Highway Halo
- Homecoming Party
- James River Blues
- Levi
- Lift Him Up
- Lonesome Road Blues
- Look Away
- Marys Kitchen
- Mean Enough World
- Methamphetamine
- Minglewood Blues
- Mississippi Saturday Night
- Motel In Memphis
- Mother Church
- My Bones Are Gonna Rise Again
- My Bones Gon Rise Again
- My Good Gal
- New Virginia Creeper
- Next Go Round
- O Cumberland River
- Old Hickory
- Poor Man
- Ruby Ridge
- Shack 9
- Silver Dagger
- Steppin Out
- Sweet Amarillo
- Sweet Home
- Tear It Down
- Tennessee Bound
- Tennessee Pusher
- That Evening Sun
- Thatll Be A Better Day
- The Greatest Hustler Of All
- The Warden
- This Land Is Your Land
- Trials And Troubles
- Trouble That Im In
- Union Maid
- Waiting For Delete
- Ways Of Man
- We Dont Grow Tobacco
- Were All In This Together
- Whirlwind
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!
Intro: Bm E Bm E D F# Bm G D Bm A A
D
Well she drug me down
F#
Tossed me round
Bm G
Slammed my name all over town
D Bm A A
My good gal ain't no good to me
E G G#m A
She makes true love more like misery
Now I'm walkin' hunched
I get drunk a bunch
Would you sucker up and take a punch
My good gal ain't no good to me
N' I think I've acted reasonably
Bm E
ah but I miss her....... mmmhhm
Bm E
And all that I wish for her........ mmmhhmm
Is the time of day
Don't go out of your way
Just leave me with a stack of them bills to pay
My good gal ain't no good to me
And she don't even have the courtesy
To shut the door
When she's been playin a whore
Don't want to see his rags piled on the floor
My good gal ain't no good to me
And I only wish that she could see
That I miss her
Ah but I miss her.... mmmhhmm
All I have is a picture.... of her
It was taken years ago
I was a kid you know
Just leanin' up against that El Dorado
My good gal ain't no good to me
And the final word belongs to me
Because I drove her out of town
And I shot her down
And I left her there in the cold cold ground
My good gal ain't no good to me
Not even in her memory
D
Well she drug me down
F#
Tossed me round
Bm G
Slammed my name all over town
D Bm A A
My good gal ain't no good to me
E G G#m A
She makes true love more like misery
Now I'm walkin' hunched
I get drunk a bunch
Would you sucker up and take a punch
My good gal ain't no good to me
N' I think I've acted reasonably
Bm E
ah but I miss her....... mmmhhm
Bm E
And all that I wish for her........ mmmhhmm
Is the time of day
Don't go out of your way
Just leave me with a stack of them bills to pay
My good gal ain't no good to me
And she don't even have the courtesy
To shut the door
When she's been playin a whore
Don't want to see his rags piled on the floor
My good gal ain't no good to me
And I only wish that she could see
That I miss her
Ah but I miss her.... mmmhhmm
All I have is a picture.... of her
It was taken years ago
I was a kid you know
Just leanin' up against that El Dorado
My good gal ain't no good to me
And the final word belongs to me
Because I drove her out of town
And I shot her down
And I left her there in the cold cold ground
My good gal ain't no good to me
Not even in her memory
Oldelaf
Oldelaf Et Monsi (...)
Oldporch
Oleg Radionov
Oli Wood