Biografia:
The Hackensaw Boys first began playing their joyful blend of old-time and bluegrass-tinged string-band music on the streets of Charlottesville, Virginia in the autumn of 1999. Far from limiting themselves to the old-time canon, however, the Hackensaws have been first and foremost a band of songwriters. Their music, while drawing upon the spirit of the mountains, is sophisticated and informed by the best elements of punk rock and classic country music.
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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!
The Sweet - The Hackensaw Boys
Track 8 - Charismo (2016)
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[Verse 1]
G
I'm looking for work
G
I'm hurtin' for pay
G C
I looked this morning
C G
I looked yesterday
G
If the work don't come
G Bm
I cannot stay
Bm C
I looked this morning
C G
I looked yesterday
[Verse 2]
G
I'm searching for a home
G
A place I can be
G C
Where I’ll exist
C G
Quite simply
G
I ain't found it yet
G Bm
Remains unseen
Bm C
I'm searching for a home
C G
A place I can be
[Chorus]
G Em
Now if it ain't my sore back
Em G
It's my aching feet
G Em
If it ain't the salt
Em G
Then it's the sweet
G Am
If it ain't enough rest
Am Em
It's too much sleep
Em C
If the salt don't kill me
C G
It'll be the sweet
[Solo]
G
C
G
Bm
C
G
[Verse 3]
G
A lot of people talk
G
They'll tell you what's right
G C
Advise you to run
C G
Or force you to fight
G
A lot of people talk
G Bm
Oh to hear what they'll say
Bm C
A lot of people talking
C G
No one's listening anyway
[Chorus]
G Em
Now if it ain't my sore back
Em G
It's my aching feet
G Em
If it ain't the salt
Em G
Then it's the sweet
G Am
If it ain't enough rest
Am Em
It's too much sleep
Em C
If the salt don't kill me
C G
It'll be the sweet
G C
If the salt don't kill me
C G
It'll be the sweet
C G
Track 8 - Charismo (2016)
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[Verse 1]
G
I'm looking for work
G
I'm hurtin' for pay
G C
I looked this morning
C G
I looked yesterday
G
If the work don't come
G Bm
I cannot stay
Bm C
I looked this morning
C G
I looked yesterday
[Verse 2]
G
I'm searching for a home
G
A place I can be
G C
Where I’ll exist
C G
Quite simply
G
I ain't found it yet
G Bm
Remains unseen
Bm C
I'm searching for a home
C G
A place I can be
[Chorus]
G Em
Now if it ain't my sore back
Em G
It's my aching feet
G Em
If it ain't the salt
Em G
Then it's the sweet
G Am
If it ain't enough rest
Am Em
It's too much sleep
Em C
If the salt don't kill me
C G
It'll be the sweet
[Solo]
G
C
G
Bm
C
G
[Verse 3]
G
A lot of people talk
G
They'll tell you what's right
G C
Advise you to run
C G
Or force you to fight
G
A lot of people talk
G Bm
Oh to hear what they'll say
Bm C
A lot of people talking
C G
No one's listening anyway
[Chorus]
G Em
Now if it ain't my sore back
Em G
It's my aching feet
G Em
If it ain't the salt
Em G
Then it's the sweet
G Am
If it ain't enough rest
Am Em
It's too much sleep
Em C
If the salt don't kill me
C G
It'll be the sweet
G C
If the salt don't kill me
C G
It'll be the sweet
C G
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