Biografia:
Turnpike Troubadours is an American country music group from Oklahoma founded in 2005.
The band, whose name is derived from the bumpy Oklahoma toll-roads and their hard lived folk singing heroes, are proof that isolation can be the mother of originality. Cutting their teeth in roadside dance halls and honky-tonks has made a serious impact on the band’s musical style, which walks the line between Woody Guthrie and Waylon Jennings. “Bossier City,” the band’s debut album, is testament to the small towns in which they were raised.
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Outras músicas:
- Every Girl
- 1968
- 7 And 7
- 7 Oaks
- A Little Song
- A Tornado Warning
- Angola
- Austin To Ashes
- Before The Devil Knows Were Dead
- Blue Star
- Bossier City
- Call A Spade A Spade
- Come As You Are
- Diamonds And Gasoline
- Down Here
- Down On Washington
- Easton And Main
- Empty As A Drum
- Evangeline
- Fall Out Of Love
- Gin Smoke And Lies
- Gin Smoke Lies
- Gone Gone Gone
- Good Lord Lorrie
- Kansas City Southern
- Leaving Lonely
- Long Hot Summer Day
- Morgan Street
- Oklahoma Stars
- Old Time Feeling Like Before
- Pay No Rent
- Pipe Bomb Dream
- Quit While Im Ahead
- Ringing In The Year
- Shreveport
- Solid Ground
- Something To Hold On To
- Sunday Morning Paper
- The Bird Hunters
- The Funeral
- The Hard Way
- The Housefire
- The Winding Stair Mountain Blues
- Time Of Day
- Unrung
- Whole Damn Town
- Wrecked
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Capo 2
G D G D
Well now stage right enter Jimmy, just a counterfeit James Dean
G D A
with a pocket full of delta blues and cheap amphetamine
G D G D
Her feet up on the dashboard like a burned out Betty Paige
G D A
Aw she might have been pretty if she was half her age
G D G D
But together they were something, just closing down the bars
G D A D
Headed down to Okie City in a slightly stolen car
The folks were decent people, they didn't like they're kind
When the car pulled in the driveway the were staring through the blinds
The preacher in the kitchen, he's eatin apple pie
Oh momma's in the bedroom she couldn't help but cry
Oh and daddy looked so natural like he'd just gone to sleep
And the preacher looked through Jimmy and prayed his soul to keep
Chorus:
G D A D
It's coming home, coming home
G D A
Ain't nothing like a family to make you feel so damned alone
G D A D
You should've brought flowers, should've got daddy's gun
G D A G D
Aint nobody waiting on the prodigal son
Well they pulled out into traffic, moved in behind the hearse
And that awful empty feeling, well it went from bad to worse
The preacher read some scripture and they put him in the ground
Aw then everybody loaded up and headed back to town
But Jimmy got his whiskey out once everyone was gone
Felt he should've said something staring down at the stone
Chorus
Well the menfolk folded tables and the ladies cleaned the plates
And the cousins asked about the car locked behind the gate
Jimmy knew his daddy's .38, was in that trunk buried deep
And it would find its rightful owner once his momma was asleep.
And Jimmy looked at momma, momma just looked down
She said why's it take a funeral, boy to bring you back to town
G D G D
Well now stage right enter Jimmy, just a counterfeit James Dean
G D A
with a pocket full of delta blues and cheap amphetamine
G D G D
Her feet up on the dashboard like a burned out Betty Paige
G D A
Aw she might have been pretty if she was half her age
G D G D
But together they were something, just closing down the bars
G D A D
Headed down to Okie City in a slightly stolen car
The folks were decent people, they didn't like they're kind
When the car pulled in the driveway the were staring through the blinds
The preacher in the kitchen, he's eatin apple pie
Oh momma's in the bedroom she couldn't help but cry
Oh and daddy looked so natural like he'd just gone to sleep
And the preacher looked through Jimmy and prayed his soul to keep
Chorus:
G D A D
It's coming home, coming home
G D A
Ain't nothing like a family to make you feel so damned alone
G D A D
You should've brought flowers, should've got daddy's gun
G D A G D
Aint nobody waiting on the prodigal son
Well they pulled out into traffic, moved in behind the hearse
And that awful empty feeling, well it went from bad to worse
The preacher read some scripture and they put him in the ground
Aw then everybody loaded up and headed back to town
But Jimmy got his whiskey out once everyone was gone
Felt he should've said something staring down at the stone
Chorus
Well the menfolk folded tables and the ladies cleaned the plates
And the cousins asked about the car locked behind the gate
Jimmy knew his daddy's .38, was in that trunk buried deep
And it would find its rightful owner once his momma was asleep.
And Jimmy looked at momma, momma just looked down
She said why's it take a funeral, boy to bring you back to town
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