Biografia:
Ryder Lee and Stokes Nielson met in a church band as teenagers, and they’ve been making records together ever since. Their high school friendship began a country band of five called The Lost Trailers, who have blazed their way through hundreds of honkytonks, joints, roadhouses, night clubs and concert halls, building a firewall of fiercely loyal fans. They are a band that came together naturally, matured creatively, perform explosively and have poured all of that into Holler Back, their new album on BNA Records.
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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!
[Intro]
| (C) (Bm) | (Am) / (G) (Em) | (F) ---
C F
I still love the smell of mama's house when something's cookin' on the stove
Am G F Em Dm
Still hug her neck when it's time to go, leavin's always tough
F G C
Oh, there're some things you don't grow out of
C F
I made a name here in this town with my right arm underneath the lights
Am G F
And the trophies take me back to those Friday nights
Em Dm
I can't bring myself to box 'em up
F G C
Yeah, there're some things you don't grow out of
[Chorus]
C Bm Am G
Like your mama's love, your biggest dream that little town you had to leave
F Em Dm G
And all of those sweet memories of growin' up wild and free
C Bm Am G
The Sunday mornin' ringin' bells, the preachers words, the way it felt
F Em Dm
And to this day I get my help from up above
F G C Bm Am G F
Yeah, there're some things you don't grow out of | | ---
C F
I'm older now and I've seen some things, learned that life can sure be mean
Am G F Em Dm
But I try not to let the world rub off on me, I re- member where I come from
F G C
'Cause there're some things you don't grow out of
[Chorus]
C Bm Am G
Like the lessons learned from the time you spent with your grandpa, just you and him
F Em Dm G
The innocence of an- other time I still go back there in my mind
C Bm Am G
The Sunday mornin' ringin' bells, the preachers words, the way it felt
F Em Dm
And to this day I get my help from up above
F G C Bm Am G F
Yeah, there're some things you don't grow out of | | |
| (C) (Bm) | (Am) (G) Yeah, there're (F)some things you don't grow (F)out of
C Bm Am G
Like your mama's love, your biggest dream that little town you had to leave
F Em Dm G
And all of those sweet memories of growin' up wild and free
C Bm Am G
The Sunday mornin' ringin' bells, the preachers words, the way it felt
F Em Dm
And to this day I get my help from up above
F G C Bm Am
Oh, there're some things, yes, there're some things you don't grow out of
G F C Bm Am G F C
Yeah, there're some things you don't grow out of ---
| (C) (Bm) | (Am) / (G) (Em) | (F) ---
C F
I still love the smell of mama's house when something's cookin' on the stove
Am G F Em Dm
Still hug her neck when it's time to go, leavin's always tough
F G C
Oh, there're some things you don't grow out of
C F
I made a name here in this town with my right arm underneath the lights
Am G F
And the trophies take me back to those Friday nights
Em Dm
I can't bring myself to box 'em up
F G C
Yeah, there're some things you don't grow out of
[Chorus]
C Bm Am G
Like your mama's love, your biggest dream that little town you had to leave
F Em Dm G
And all of those sweet memories of growin' up wild and free
C Bm Am G
The Sunday mornin' ringin' bells, the preachers words, the way it felt
F Em Dm
And to this day I get my help from up above
F G C Bm Am G F
Yeah, there're some things you don't grow out of | | ---
C F
I'm older now and I've seen some things, learned that life can sure be mean
Am G F Em Dm
But I try not to let the world rub off on me, I re- member where I come from
F G C
'Cause there're some things you don't grow out of
[Chorus]
C Bm Am G
Like the lessons learned from the time you spent with your grandpa, just you and him
F Em Dm G
The innocence of an- other time I still go back there in my mind
C Bm Am G
The Sunday mornin' ringin' bells, the preachers words, the way it felt
F Em Dm
And to this day I get my help from up above
F G C Bm Am G F
Yeah, there're some things you don't grow out of | | |
| (C) (Bm) | (Am) (G) Yeah, there're (F)some things you don't grow (F)out of
C Bm Am G
Like your mama's love, your biggest dream that little town you had to leave
F Em Dm G
And all of those sweet memories of growin' up wild and free
C Bm Am G
The Sunday mornin' ringin' bells, the preachers words, the way it felt
F Em Dm
And to this day I get my help from up above
F G C Bm Am
Oh, there're some things, yes, there're some things you don't grow out of
G F C Bm Am G F C
Yeah, there're some things you don't grow out of ---
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