Biografia:
Gênero
Country/Southern Rock/Rock
Membros
Cody Cannon-Lead Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Cody Tate-Lead Guitar, Vocals, Rhythm Guitar
John Jeffers-Rhythm Guitar, Vocals, Lead Guitar
Gary Brown-Bass
Jeff Hogg-Drums
For Booking Inquiries please contact:
Henry Glascock
[email protected]
Natural de
Tyler, Texas
Gravadora
Smith Entertainment
Biografia
One moment, Whiskey Myers is cooking along on a blues/rock groove and you figure you have this East Texas band’s musical ambitions pegged. And for that moment, you do.
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Outras músicas:
- American Outlaws
- Anna Marie
- Ballad Of A Southern Man
- Bar Guitar And A Honky Tonk Crowd
- Broken Window Serenade
- Colloquy
- Dogwood
- Dyin For Tonight
- Early Morning Shakes
- Good Ole Days
- Guitar Picker
- Hank
- Lonely East Texas Nights
- Lonely East Tx Nights
- Mud
- Old Broke Guitar Picker
- Reckoning
- Shelter From The Rain
- Song For You
- Stone
- Summer 2005
- Trailer We Call Home
- Turn It Up
- Virginia
- Where The Sun Dont Shine
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]
E G A E x4
[Verse]
E G
I remember back when I was sixteen
A E
I was sittin' around pickin' just my pops and me
E G
when his friend walked up in a cowboy hat
A E
Said "I like what your doin' but it ain't where its at"
E G
I see this road will leave you cold and alone
A E
Old dead broke and just a bag of bones
E G
So you better take heed to the words I say
A E
And stay quite clear of that lost highway
[Chorus]
G A E
Oh southern wind wont you take me high
G A E
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G A E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A E
I'll be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when I die
[Verse]
E G
Holes in my clothes I got holes in my shoes
A E
I got a hole in the heart, that's why I'm singin' the blues
E G
It put some change in my pocket but it's all gone
A E
And everything that I do it seems to be wrong
E G
So now I'm broke I'm back on the street
A E
with a guitar case in front of Tate and me
E G
So you better listen up cause it ain't no lie
A E
Please throw a nickel in when you walk by
[Chorus]
G A E
Oh southern wind won't you take me high
G A E
And its hard to keep rollin when all you got is flat tires
G A E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A E
I'll be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when I die
[Solo]
E G A E E G A Bm A x2 E G A A G E A G E
[Verse]
E G
I came in this world with nothin on my back
A E
Now I'll leave the same and thats a fact
E G
I ain't in it for the money I ain't in it for the fame
A E
And I don't really care if you remember my name
E G
So now I gotta to go I gotta hit the road
A E
I gotta do the only thing that I know
E G
I got this feeling deep down and I got to be true
A E
And I sure as hell ain't gonna change for you
[Chorus]
G A E
Oh southern wind wont you take me high
G A E
When I hear the sounds coming from an amplifier
G A E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A E
I'll be an old broke guitar picker
[Outro]
E G A
E G A E x4
[Verse]
E G
I remember back when I was sixteen
A E
I was sittin' around pickin' just my pops and me
E G
when his friend walked up in a cowboy hat
A E
Said "I like what your doin' but it ain't where its at"
E G
I see this road will leave you cold and alone
A E
Old dead broke and just a bag of bones
E G
So you better take heed to the words I say
A E
And stay quite clear of that lost highway
[Chorus]
G A E
Oh southern wind wont you take me high
G A E
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G A E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A E
I'll be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when I die
[Verse]
E G
Holes in my clothes I got holes in my shoes
A E
I got a hole in the heart, that's why I'm singin' the blues
E G
It put some change in my pocket but it's all gone
A E
And everything that I do it seems to be wrong
E G
So now I'm broke I'm back on the street
A E
with a guitar case in front of Tate and me
E G
So you better listen up cause it ain't no lie
A E
Please throw a nickel in when you walk by
[Chorus]
G A E
Oh southern wind won't you take me high
G A E
And its hard to keep rollin when all you got is flat tires
G A E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A E
I'll be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when I die
[Solo]
E G A E E G A Bm A x2 E G A A G E A G E
[Verse]
E G
I came in this world with nothin on my back
A E
Now I'll leave the same and thats a fact
E G
I ain't in it for the money I ain't in it for the fame
A E
And I don't really care if you remember my name
E G
So now I gotta to go I gotta hit the road
A E
I gotta do the only thing that I know
E G
I got this feeling deep down and I got to be true
A E
And I sure as hell ain't gonna change for you
[Chorus]
G A E
Oh southern wind wont you take me high
G A E
When I hear the sounds coming from an amplifier
G A E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A E
I'll be an old broke guitar picker
[Outro]
E G A
Whispering Sons
Whissell
Whistle
Whit Warren
Whitaker