Biografia:
Tracy Grammer (born April 8, 1968, in Homestead, Florida) is an American folk singer known for her work as half of the folk duo Dave Carter & Tracy Grammer and for the solo career that she has continued since Carter's death in 2002. She released three albums with Dave Carter from 1998 to 2001, at first doing instrumental work and providing backing vocals, and then, by their last album together, singing lead vocals on half of the tracks. Two albums by the duo have been released following Carter's death.
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Outras músicas:
- Any Way I Do
- April Come She Will
- Blue Wing
- Dirty Little Town
- Gypsy Rose
- Hard To Make It
- Hey Ho
- Hole
- In The Shape Of A Heart
- Laughlin Boy
- Lord Of The Buffalo
- Mother I Climbed
- Old Paint
- One Way Rider
- Phantom Doll
- Preston Miller
- Shadows Of Evangeline
- Solitary Man
- The Verdant Mile
- The Waking Hour
- Travis John
- Wasnt Born To Follow
- When I Reach The Place Im Goin
- Winter When He Goes
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!
Tracy Grammer - Preston Miller
INTRO: Am
G Am
He was born in Miller's mansion when the mistress was asleep
C G Am
The secret son of the chambermaid and master
G Am
And they sent him into hiding, for his schooling and his keep
C G Am
With the Carlyles and the other lucky bastards
Am G Am
Now his toady tutors fawn and praise the man that he's become
C G Esus E
Though he's taken to the Laudanum and Faro
Am G Am
And he walks the streets like velvet death with his daddy's money on his breath
C G Am
And a shame he cannot shake, down in his marrow
CHORUS:
Am Dm
When day fades to black, you must not listen to the killer
C G Esus E
Pretty voices keep you beautiful and bound
Am Dm
'Cause the simple sorry fact of your existence, Preston Miller
F G Am
Is enough to bring this house of evil down
Am G Am
One night upon some drunken dare, he writes his absent sire
C G Am
Saying, "Father, I would fain come home to meet thee"
G Am
And though his worthless friends guffaw at this sudden show of fire
C G Am
Another round of bourbon and it's easy
Am G Am
And this letter finds his father in his tower far away
C G Am
And the hoary claw that holds it shakes and trembles
Am G
Is it grief over a life misspent, or love or greed or mere contempt
C G Am
Or something darker stirring in his temples
CHORUS
Am Dm
When day fades to black, you must not listen to the killer
C G Esus E
Pretty voices keep you beautiful and bound
Am Dm
'Cause the simple sorry fact of your existence, Preston Miller
F G Am
Is enough to bring this house of evil down
Am G Am
A week gone by, he's wakened by a knocking at his door
C G Am
And he drags himself half-wasted to the threshold
G Am
It's a message in his father's quill saying, "Meet me, scion, if you will
C G Am
At the very stroke of midnight in the meadow"
Am G Am
Now he has combed his laggard locks, and hired a comely roan
C G Esus E
And he's met his comrade fops around the fountain
Am G Am
And he's bidden each a grand goodbye, and he's cantered off alone
C G Am
To meet his aged father in the mountains
CHORUS
Am Dm
When day fades to black, you must not listen to the killer
C G Esus E
Pretty voices keep you beautiful and bound
Am Dm
'Cause the simple sorry fact of your existence, Preston Miller
F G Am
Is enough to bring this house of evil down
Am G Am
"Oh, Father dear, come out, come out, I honour thee tonight,"
C G Am
He shouts as he goes weaving in the saddle
G Am
He sees the stars go blinking by, like the twinkling in a trollop's eye
C G Am
And six riders riding madly in the shadows
Am G Am
This morning sailed a ship of fools across a sea of gin
C G Am
With a blind and grinning Reaper at the tiller
Am G Am
And it drove an aging Jacob to his lone and bitter end
C G Am
And a bullet through the brain of Preston Miller
INTRO: Am
G Am
He was born in Miller's mansion when the mistress was asleep
C G Am
The secret son of the chambermaid and master
G Am
And they sent him into hiding, for his schooling and his keep
C G Am
With the Carlyles and the other lucky bastards
Am G Am
Now his toady tutors fawn and praise the man that he's become
C G Esus E
Though he's taken to the Laudanum and Faro
Am G Am
And he walks the streets like velvet death with his daddy's money on his breath
C G Am
And a shame he cannot shake, down in his marrow
CHORUS:
Am Dm
When day fades to black, you must not listen to the killer
C G Esus E
Pretty voices keep you beautiful and bound
Am Dm
'Cause the simple sorry fact of your existence, Preston Miller
F G Am
Is enough to bring this house of evil down
Am G Am
One night upon some drunken dare, he writes his absent sire
C G Am
Saying, "Father, I would fain come home to meet thee"
G Am
And though his worthless friends guffaw at this sudden show of fire
C G Am
Another round of bourbon and it's easy
Am G Am
And this letter finds his father in his tower far away
C G Am
And the hoary claw that holds it shakes and trembles
Am G
Is it grief over a life misspent, or love or greed or mere contempt
C G Am
Or something darker stirring in his temples
CHORUS
Am Dm
When day fades to black, you must not listen to the killer
C G Esus E
Pretty voices keep you beautiful and bound
Am Dm
'Cause the simple sorry fact of your existence, Preston Miller
F G Am
Is enough to bring this house of evil down
Am G Am
A week gone by, he's wakened by a knocking at his door
C G Am
And he drags himself half-wasted to the threshold
G Am
It's a message in his father's quill saying, "Meet me, scion, if you will
C G Am
At the very stroke of midnight in the meadow"
Am G Am
Now he has combed his laggard locks, and hired a comely roan
C G Esus E
And he's met his comrade fops around the fountain
Am G Am
And he's bidden each a grand goodbye, and he's cantered off alone
C G Am
To meet his aged father in the mountains
CHORUS
Am Dm
When day fades to black, you must not listen to the killer
C G Esus E
Pretty voices keep you beautiful and bound
Am Dm
'Cause the simple sorry fact of your existence, Preston Miller
F G Am
Is enough to bring this house of evil down
Am G Am
"Oh, Father dear, come out, come out, I honour thee tonight,"
C G Am
He shouts as he goes weaving in the saddle
G Am
He sees the stars go blinking by, like the twinkling in a trollop's eye
C G Am
And six riders riding madly in the shadows
Am G Am
This morning sailed a ship of fools across a sea of gin
C G Am
With a blind and grinning Reaper at the tiller
Am G Am
And it drove an aging Jacob to his lone and bitter end
C G Am
And a bullet through the brain of Preston Miller
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