Biografia:
The Nadas are Iowa's signature alt-rock-country band, selling more than 125,000 albums through their own label, Authentic Records. They embarked on a new approach to recording with their upcoming seventh release, Almanac (March 2010), which was recorded over the last year completely in front of their fans through a live streaming video blog. The sound that developed out of that process was an alternative approach to the traditional pop tunes. Singers/guitarists Mike Butterworth and Jason Walsmith
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Coming Home
-The Nadas
Verse- D G then A G D
Chorus- Bm G D Bm G A D
Bridge- F#m G F#m G A F#m G A D
The leaves are blowing in the wind
Nighttime is colder than it's been
My hair is long again
There's three letters on my bed
Well none of them are open
She wrote to say she wants to see her friend
My feet are burried in the sand
Legs streched out further than they can
With stars in my hands
I feel my head begin to spin
Well it's three months till winter blows it's end
I need a change of air
So I'm coming home
Where I know these roads
I know these roads
I've been away a bit to long but now
I'm coming home
I didn't think you'd turn the lights out
Or lock the door
I didn't think you'd break my key and
Tell me I can't walk out anymore
The leaves are blowing in the wind
Nighttime is colder than it's been
My hair is long again
There's three letters on my bed
Still none of them are open
She wrote to say she's got to see her friend
So I'm coming home
Where I know these roads
I know these roads
I've been away a bit to long but now
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
....
-The Nadas
Verse- D G then A G D
Chorus- Bm G D Bm G A D
Bridge- F#m G F#m G A F#m G A D
The leaves are blowing in the wind
Nighttime is colder than it's been
My hair is long again
There's three letters on my bed
Well none of them are open
She wrote to say she wants to see her friend
My feet are burried in the sand
Legs streched out further than they can
With stars in my hands
I feel my head begin to spin
Well it's three months till winter blows it's end
I need a change of air
So I'm coming home
Where I know these roads
I know these roads
I've been away a bit to long but now
I'm coming home
I didn't think you'd turn the lights out
Or lock the door
I didn't think you'd break my key and
Tell me I can't walk out anymore
The leaves are blowing in the wind
Nighttime is colder than it's been
My hair is long again
There's three letters on my bed
Still none of them are open
She wrote to say she's got to see her friend
So I'm coming home
Where I know these roads
I know these roads
I've been away a bit to long but now
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
....
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