Biografia:
Rocky Votolato is an American singer-songwriter. He was born in Dallas, Texas on March 8, 1977. He was raised in a small town called Frost, roughly 50 miles south of Dallas, until the age of 13. After his parents were divorced, his mother remarried and moved the family to the Pacific Northwest in 1991, where he attended Inglemoor High School in Kenmore, Washington.[citation needed] Alienated by his southern roots, the isolation lead him to focusing all of his attention on learning to play guitar and writing songs.
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Outras músicas:
- End Like This
- Mix Tapes Cellmate
- The Break-up Song (let's Just Be Friends)
- White Daisy Passing Am C Please Slow It Down Am There'
- A Discourse On Killing
- Above The Water
- Alabaster
- Automatic Rifle
- Boxcutter
- Crabtree And Evelyn
- Death Right
- Death
- Dont Walk Out On Me
- Eyes Like Static
- Fragments
- Goldfield
- Hospital Handshakes
- Ill Catch You
- Instrument
- Light And The Sound
- Like Silver
- Lilly White
- Lily White
- Little Spring
- Lucky Clover Coin
- Makers
- Mix Tapes Cellmates
- Montana
- Nights Disguise
- October
- One More Work Song Blues
- Portland Is Leaving
- Postcard From Kentucky
- Red River
- Safety Is A Coffin
- Sawdust And Shavings
- Secrets Of A Salesman
- She Was Only In It For The Rain
- Silver Trees
- Sparklers
- Suicide Medicine
- Sun Devil
- Sunlight
- Television Of Saints
- Tennessee Train Tracks
- The Finish Line
- The Old Holland
- The Wrong Side Of Reno
- Tinfoil Hats
- Treasure Chest
- Uppers Arent Necessary
- Where We Left Off
- White Daisy Passing
- White
- Without Eyes Still Seeing
- Writing Fiction
- Your Darkest Eyes
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!
[Verse 1]
B C#m B E B
I was sick with that old Margaret, for four years, near about
D#m G#m D#m G#m
young, dumb and dumbstruck when Margie, she blew my candle out
B E G#m D#m G#m
I’ve got to have me a partner if I’m to sell it all
B C#m E B
save the mirror I look best in, in the back of that dirty hall
[Verse 2]
B C#m B E B
Stare through the beers and year and the bags and bruises fade
D#m G#m D#m G#m
those grim lines turn sharp and fine, like laws the pilgrim laid
B E G#m D#m G#m
beaming through all the brag and cuss, promising the fall
B C#m E B
at the mirror I look best in, in the back of that dirty hall
[Verse 3]
B C#m B E B
Soak up their mislaid luck and the floor is a pond of piss
D#m G#m D#m G#m
the brown glass throws a face back, wondering how it came to this
B E G#m D#m G#m
something about being there at last makes a man stand tall
B C#m E B
that’s the mirror I look best in, in the back of that dirty hall
[Verse 4]
B C#m B E B
I can’t take up another drink and fight them now no more
D#m G#m D#m G#m
they’re all moving, you’re one of them, through that Old Holland door
B E G#m D#m G#m
I’m wishing for a pardon through hoarse and hungry calls
B C#m E B
towards the mirror I look best in, in the back of this dirty hall
B C#m B E B
I was sick with that old Margaret, for four years, near about
D#m G#m D#m G#m
young, dumb and dumbstruck when Margie, she blew my candle out
B E G#m D#m G#m
I’ve got to have me a partner if I’m to sell it all
B C#m E B
save the mirror I look best in, in the back of that dirty hall
[Verse 2]
B C#m B E B
Stare through the beers and year and the bags and bruises fade
D#m G#m D#m G#m
those grim lines turn sharp and fine, like laws the pilgrim laid
B E G#m D#m G#m
beaming through all the brag and cuss, promising the fall
B C#m E B
at the mirror I look best in, in the back of that dirty hall
[Verse 3]
B C#m B E B
Soak up their mislaid luck and the floor is a pond of piss
D#m G#m D#m G#m
the brown glass throws a face back, wondering how it came to this
B E G#m D#m G#m
something about being there at last makes a man stand tall
B C#m E B
that’s the mirror I look best in, in the back of that dirty hall
[Verse 4]
B C#m B E B
I can’t take up another drink and fight them now no more
D#m G#m D#m G#m
they’re all moving, you’re one of them, through that Old Holland door
B E G#m D#m G#m
I’m wishing for a pardon through hoarse and hungry calls
B C#m E B
towards the mirror I look best in, in the back of this dirty hall
Rodji
Rodney Atkins
Rodney Carringto (...)
Rodrick Porter
Rodrigo