Biografia:
When you first hear Ryan Long sing, you feel as if you could sing right along with him. Even for those new to his music, his songs take you into a story so lyrically engaging and so detailed by chord and melody that by the end you believe his smooth baritone vocals are speaking to you alone. Long started playing guitar and writing songs at nineteen while studying engineering technology at East Tennessee State University. His great love of story songs was inspired by James Taylor and Garth Brooks
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Capo 5
F G C
When I was born into this big wide world my heart had a little hole
F G C
All it meant was I never could play very hard and I always had to run kinda slow
Am F
Mom and Dad always looked out for me
Am F
but I was born to be wild and I ran away when I was seventeen
Next Valentines Day my sister got a little red heart shaped box of chocolates from our dad
She was the apple of his eye and you know since I stayed gone, she was the only child he
really had
She hugged Daddys neck with a tear and put the box in Mommas hand, said I dont mean to
be ungrateful, but please do me a favor if you can.
C G
Give my heart to my brother He needs to come home
Am F
There are a lot of us here, who hate that hes gone
C G
Give my heart to my brother He doesnt need to live alone
Am F G
With this gift from me maybe he will see that he is loved
One rainy Friday night I was at a party that got busted up at the Grainger homestead
I jumped the fence and ran half way across the field and fell down gasping When they
finally found me I was almost dead
Doctors said I didnt have long and to the hospital my sister sped
Got hit broadside by a drunk and these were the last few words she said
Give my heart to my brother He needs to come home
There are a lot of us here, who hate that hes gone
Give my heart to my brother He doesnt need to live alone
With this gift from me maybe he will see that he is loved
Ill probably live to be a hundred and never feel the need to roam
Because her heart inside of me is a beacon toward home
She gave her heart to her brother I needed to come home
There are a lot of us here who are glad that Im home
She gave her heart to her brother I didnt need to live alone
With her gift to me I finally see that I am loved
F G C
When I was born into this big wide world my heart had a little hole
F G C
All it meant was I never could play very hard and I always had to run kinda slow
Am F
Mom and Dad always looked out for me
Am F
but I was born to be wild and I ran away when I was seventeen
Next Valentines Day my sister got a little red heart shaped box of chocolates from our dad
She was the apple of his eye and you know since I stayed gone, she was the only child he
really had
She hugged Daddys neck with a tear and put the box in Mommas hand, said I dont mean to
be ungrateful, but please do me a favor if you can.
C G
Give my heart to my brother He needs to come home
Am F
There are a lot of us here, who hate that hes gone
C G
Give my heart to my brother He doesnt need to live alone
Am F G
With this gift from me maybe he will see that he is loved
One rainy Friday night I was at a party that got busted up at the Grainger homestead
I jumped the fence and ran half way across the field and fell down gasping When they
finally found me I was almost dead
Doctors said I didnt have long and to the hospital my sister sped
Got hit broadside by a drunk and these were the last few words she said
Give my heart to my brother He needs to come home
There are a lot of us here, who hate that hes gone
Give my heart to my brother He doesnt need to live alone
With this gift from me maybe he will see that he is loved
Ill probably live to be a hundred and never feel the need to roam
Because her heart inside of me is a beacon toward home
She gave her heart to her brother I needed to come home
There are a lot of us here who are glad that Im home
She gave her heart to her brother I didnt need to live alone
With her gift to me I finally see that I am loved
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