Biografia:
Roger Alan Wade é um americano cantor e compositor . De acordo com seu website, Roger Alan Wade escreveu canções para lendas como Johnny Cash , Jennings Waylon , Jones George e Hank Williams Jr . Ele embarcou em uma carreira solo com o auxílio de uma promoção de seu primo, o ator Johnny Knoxville , que ocasionalmente é caracterizado por Wade numa música em seu programa de TV Jackass . Ele também tem sido destaque no programa de TV Wildboyz .
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Outras músicas:
- 3Rd Chance Blues
- All Likkered Up
- Bb Gun
- Bear Loves Honey
- Big Ass Happy Family
- Butt Ugly Slut
- Chicken Song
- Chillicothe Rain
- Cohare Cohares
- Counterman
- Cowboy Angel
- D
- Deguello Motel
- Fighting For The Sweetness
- First Time I Saw Waylon
- Fryin Bacon Nekkid
- Gone Back To Whorin
- Greyhound Bus 3
- Here I Go Again
- Horse I Wanna Ride
- If
- If Ya Gonna Be Dumb Ya Gotta Be Tough
- If Youre Gonna Be Dumb You Gotta Be Tough
- Jingle Jangle
- Johnny Cash Has Died
- Loneliness Is My Only True Friend
- Lovin Man
- Matthew Mark Luke And Earnhardt
- My Baby Loves Malt Liquor
- Old Dixie Highway
- Party In My Pants
- Poontang
- Psycho Bitch From Hell
- Put Another Log On The Fire
- Rhinestones In The Ashes
- Shes A Baby When She Cries
- Sometimes I Dont Know If Ill Make It
- Southbound Train
- Still On The Run
- Stoned Traveler
- Sweet Wine Of Sorrow
- Thats The Blues
- The First Time I Saw Waylon
- The Light Outlives The Star
- Too Fat To Fly
- When Heaven Comes Dripping From The Night
- Wine Drippin From Your Lips
- Wreckless Kind
- Years Ago
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!
Really easy song that Roger hasn't recorded onto an album yet. I'm basing the
lyrics and chords off his performance at Scenic City Roots. Some of the best
lyrics I've ever read! Forgive me if I've spelled one of the French words wrong.
Have fun with it! :D
_______________________________
Capo the 1st fret!
Intro: D G
D
On the boulevard in Paris called the Shanzelize
G
I ducked into a sad cafe
D
Sat down with the ghost of Hemingway
A G
Ordered a bottle of Beaujolais and talked about everything
D
We talked all night about everything
D
He said “where'd you get that old rucksack?”
G
I said “Popeye just got back
D
From ramblin' 'round with Kerouac
A G
I left him by the railroad track, he gimme this turquoise ring
D
He gimme this turquoise ring”
D
Ernest said “Yeah, well how's Jack doin'?”
G
I said “Man he sure seemed congruent
D
Still a crazy social truant
A G
Just bummin' around and and gettin' fluent in the Tao Te Ching
D
Still doin' that Buddhist thing
Bm
I left him hungry and needin' a shave
A
Master of Zen and a freedom slave
Bm
Runnin' off to sleep on Charlie Parker's grave
A G
I said “Hey Jack, tell Baird I said hey and man thanks for the ring
D
Thanks again for the ring”
G D
And I will follow the footsteps through the garden
A D
I'll lick the nectar from that holy flower of freedom
G D
I ask nothing more of my life and nothing less
A D D7
You know it all comes down to havin' the courage to be yourself I guess
G D
It all comes down to fightin' for the sweetness
A D
Ohhh, Momma...Fightin' for that sweetness
D
I seen a grievous angel on my way over here
G
At a jazz joint in Georgetown swillin' Jamaican beer
D
I said “are you okay Gram? You're actin' weird“
A G
He said “Roy Buchanan used to play in here, yeah I'll be okay
D
I'll be okay my friend”
D
So we shot some pool and made some bets
G
He told me bout this girl named Emmylou he'd met
D
He bummed my last cigarette
A G
And ran off lookin' for Stan Getz hummin' Hickory Wind
D
Just hummin' Hickory Wind
And I will follow the footsteps through the garden
I'll lick the nectar from that holy flower of freedom
I ask nothing more of my life and nothing less
You know it all comes down to havin' the courage to be yourself I guess
It all comes down to fightin' for the sweetness
Ohhh, Momma...Fightin' for that sweetness
D
Then Django Reinhardt come strollin' in
G
With Arthur Rimbaud and a bottle of gin
D
Said “They fooled around and missed the train again”
A G
They's out lookin' for Hank Williams, they wanted to buy him one
D
Everyone always wanted to buy ol' Hank one
D
So Ernie stood up to say hello
G
He turned to me and said “Man I gotta go
D
So long Hank, so long Django
A G
I gotta get back to Idaho, I gotta kiss my gun
D
I gotta french kiss my shotgun
And I will follow the footsteps through the garden
I'll lick the nectar from that holy flower of freedom
I ask nothing more of my life and nothing less
You know it all comes down to havin' the courage to be yourself I guess
It all comes down to fightin' for the sweetness
Ohhh, Momma...Fightin' for that sweetness
lyrics and chords off his performance at Scenic City Roots. Some of the best
lyrics I've ever read! Forgive me if I've spelled one of the French words wrong.
Have fun with it! :D
_______________________________
Capo the 1st fret!
Intro: D G
D
On the boulevard in Paris called the Shanzelize
G
I ducked into a sad cafe
D
Sat down with the ghost of Hemingway
A G
Ordered a bottle of Beaujolais and talked about everything
D
We talked all night about everything
D
He said “where'd you get that old rucksack?”
G
I said “Popeye just got back
D
From ramblin' 'round with Kerouac
A G
I left him by the railroad track, he gimme this turquoise ring
D
He gimme this turquoise ring”
D
Ernest said “Yeah, well how's Jack doin'?”
G
I said “Man he sure seemed congruent
D
Still a crazy social truant
A G
Just bummin' around and and gettin' fluent in the Tao Te Ching
D
Still doin' that Buddhist thing
Bm
I left him hungry and needin' a shave
A
Master of Zen and a freedom slave
Bm
Runnin' off to sleep on Charlie Parker's grave
A G
I said “Hey Jack, tell Baird I said hey and man thanks for the ring
D
Thanks again for the ring”
G D
And I will follow the footsteps through the garden
A D
I'll lick the nectar from that holy flower of freedom
G D
I ask nothing more of my life and nothing less
A D D7
You know it all comes down to havin' the courage to be yourself I guess
G D
It all comes down to fightin' for the sweetness
A D
Ohhh, Momma...Fightin' for that sweetness
D
I seen a grievous angel on my way over here
G
At a jazz joint in Georgetown swillin' Jamaican beer
D
I said “are you okay Gram? You're actin' weird“
A G
He said “Roy Buchanan used to play in here, yeah I'll be okay
D
I'll be okay my friend”
D
So we shot some pool and made some bets
G
He told me bout this girl named Emmylou he'd met
D
He bummed my last cigarette
A G
And ran off lookin' for Stan Getz hummin' Hickory Wind
D
Just hummin' Hickory Wind
And I will follow the footsteps through the garden
I'll lick the nectar from that holy flower of freedom
I ask nothing more of my life and nothing less
You know it all comes down to havin' the courage to be yourself I guess
It all comes down to fightin' for the sweetness
Ohhh, Momma...Fightin' for that sweetness
D
Then Django Reinhardt come strollin' in
G
With Arthur Rimbaud and a bottle of gin
D
Said “They fooled around and missed the train again”
A G
They's out lookin' for Hank Williams, they wanted to buy him one
D
Everyone always wanted to buy ol' Hank one
D
So Ernie stood up to say hello
G
He turned to me and said “Man I gotta go
D
So long Hank, so long Django
A G
I gotta get back to Idaho, I gotta kiss my gun
D
I gotta french kiss my shotgun
And I will follow the footsteps through the garden
I'll lick the nectar from that holy flower of freedom
I ask nothing more of my life and nothing less
You know it all comes down to havin' the courage to be yourself I guess
It all comes down to fightin' for the sweetness
Ohhh, Momma...Fightin' for that sweetness
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