Biografia:
Meet The Stanfields, a maelstrom of rock and roll, bluegrass, celtic and blues. Hailing from the gritty post-industrial towns of Nova Scotia, The Stanfields play every show like it's their collective last night on earth. Their kitchen party harmonies, thunderous rhythm section, high octane stage show and genuine chemistry have won over audiences clear across their tiny corner of the world.
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Outras músicas:
- A Free Country
- Afraid Of The World
- Antics
- Blacktop Blues
- Blow Winds Blow
- Carolina Reaper
- Crocodile Tears
- Dagger Woods
- Death And Taxes
- Desperation
- Dont Make Me Walk Away
- Dunvegans Drums
- Federal Hall
- Fight Song
- Footsteps In Sand
- For King And Country
- Fox In The Heather
- Ghost Of The Eastern Seaboard
- Hard Miles
- How Long Is The Road
- Invisible Hands
- Jack Of All Trades
- Jimmy No More
- Lady Argyle
- Lantern In The Window
- Let It Run
- Light
- Limboland
- Mainline
- Mariners Grave
- Modem Operandi
- Moneychangers
- Mrs Mcgrath
- Run On The Banks
- Ship To Shore
- Son Of A Landless Man
- Streets Of Gold
- Sunday Warships
- The Battle Of Nowhere
- The Bloody Dotted Line
- The Boston States
- The Dirtiest Drunk In The History Of Liquor
- The Marystown Expedition
- The Road To Guysborough
- Theres A Light
- Total Black
- Up The Mountain
- Vanguard Of The Young And Reckless
- Vermilion River
- Whistle And A Grin
- White Juan
- Will The Circuit Be Unbroken
- Your Flag Wont Save You Anymore
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!
[Verse 1]
Am Em
Daddy had a rant in the shed one night, goin' off about federal hall
G Dm
Workin' on the mower and workin' on a bottle of rum
Am Em
I passed him a socket, a nine sixteenths, with a three and a quarter inch drive
G E7 Am
This is how it was when he was still alive
[Verse 2]
Am Em
With a fire in his eye, he let out a cry, "Them crooks in federal hall
G Dm
The pricks on the hill don't care about you and me
Am Em
I'll vote for the man who gathers the parties and takes them out to sea
G E7 Am
To dump 'em in the ocean where the rest of the garbage goes
[Chorus]
C G F Am
I've taken time to think about it
C G F Am
The profiteers will raid the gold
C
They're fuckin' with our money son
G
They're fuckin' with our money son
Dm
They're fuckin' with our money son"
F E7 Am
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
[Instrumental]
Am G F E7 Am
[Verse 3]
Am Em
With my hat in my hand, I was taking a stand, I ran for federal hall
G Dm
Mad at the world and full of grim resolve
Am Em
I told the old man not to worry, not to fret that I intended to be
G E7 Am
A man of the people and he'd be proud of me
[Chorus]
C G F Am
Now you won't have to think about it
C G F Am
The profiteers won't raid the gold
C
"They're fuckin' with our money son
G
They're fuckin' with our money son
Dm
They're fuckin' with our money son"
F E7 Am
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
[Solo]
Dm
G F G F G F G
Am G C F
Am G F E7 Am
[Verse 4]
Am Em
Twenty years later I'm a mover and shaker, and banished to federal hall
G Dm
Playing two bit games and arguing for nothing at all
Am Em
Biding my time, nothing on the line, a shadow of what I should be
G E7 Am
Now daddy's in heaven and he ain't proud of me
[Chorus]
C G F Am
I've had some time to think about it
C G F Am
My daddy said they'd raid the gold
C
"They're fuckin' with our money son
G
They're fuckin' with our money son
Dm
They're fuckin' with our money son"
F E7 Am
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
[Outro]
Am G C F
Am G F E7 Am
Oh oh oh Ohhh ee-oh Oh oh oh Ohhh ee-oh Oh oh Ohhh ee-ohhh ee-ohhh
Am G C F
Am G F E7 Am Am
Oh oh oh Ohhh ee-oh Oh oh oh Ohhh ee-oh Oh oh Ohhh ee-ohhh ee-ohhh
Am Em
Daddy had a rant in the shed one night, goin' off about federal hall
G Dm
Workin' on the mower and workin' on a bottle of rum
Am Em
I passed him a socket, a nine sixteenths, with a three and a quarter inch drive
G E7 Am
This is how it was when he was still alive
[Verse 2]
Am Em
With a fire in his eye, he let out a cry, "Them crooks in federal hall
G Dm
The pricks on the hill don't care about you and me
Am Em
I'll vote for the man who gathers the parties and takes them out to sea
G E7 Am
To dump 'em in the ocean where the rest of the garbage goes
[Chorus]
C G F Am
I've taken time to think about it
C G F Am
The profiteers will raid the gold
C
They're fuckin' with our money son
G
They're fuckin' with our money son
Dm
They're fuckin' with our money son"
F E7 Am
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
[Instrumental]
Am G F E7 Am
[Verse 3]
Am Em
With my hat in my hand, I was taking a stand, I ran for federal hall
G Dm
Mad at the world and full of grim resolve
Am Em
I told the old man not to worry, not to fret that I intended to be
G E7 Am
A man of the people and he'd be proud of me
[Chorus]
C G F Am
Now you won't have to think about it
C G F Am
The profiteers won't raid the gold
C
"They're fuckin' with our money son
G
They're fuckin' with our money son
Dm
They're fuckin' with our money son"
F E7 Am
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
[Solo]
Dm
G F G F G F G
Am G C F
Am G F E7 Am
[Verse 4]
Am Em
Twenty years later I'm a mover and shaker, and banished to federal hall
G Dm
Playing two bit games and arguing for nothing at all
Am Em
Biding my time, nothing on the line, a shadow of what I should be
G E7 Am
Now daddy's in heaven and he ain't proud of me
[Chorus]
C G F Am
I've had some time to think about it
C G F Am
My daddy said they'd raid the gold
C
"They're fuckin' with our money son
G
They're fuckin' with our money son
Dm
They're fuckin' with our money son"
F E7 Am
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
[Outro]
Am G C F
Am G F E7 Am
Oh oh oh Ohhh ee-oh Oh oh oh Ohhh ee-oh Oh oh Ohhh ee-ohhh ee-ohhh
Am G C F
Am G F E7 Am Am
Oh oh oh Ohhh ee-oh Oh oh oh Ohhh ee-oh Oh oh Ohhh ee-ohhh ee-ohhh
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