Biografia:
Aaron Lewis, (Rutland, Vermont, 13 de abril de 1972), é o vocalista principal e guitarrista da banda de hard rock Staind.
Lewis cresceu em Longmeadow, Massachusetts. Esteve antes do Staind, em uma banda chamada J-CAT com Tori Sands, Chris Ballini, e o atual integrante do Staind Jon Wysocki. Um álbum colocado na Internet com nove músicas do J-CAT no Clube Infinity em Springfield, Massachusetts. As músicas foram gravadas enquanto Dysfunction estava sendo garavado.
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Outras músicas:
- 75
- Afraid
- All I Want
- Anywhere But Here
- Black
- Country Boy
- Devil
- Endless Summer
- Fade Acoustic
- Fill Me Up
- Folded Flag
- Forever
- God And Guns
- Grandaddys Gun
- Granddaddys Gun
- I Lost It All
- It Keeps On Working
- Lessons Learned
- Lost And Lonely
- Lost It All
- Mama
- Massachusetts
- Mudshovel
- Northern Redneck
- Outside
- Party In Hell
- Patience
- Patience Cover
- Please
- Please Live Acoustic
- Red White And Blue
- Redneck Crazy Revisited
- Sinner
- State Im In
- State Lines
- Stuck In These Shoes
- Sunday Every Saturday Night
- That Aint Country
- The Bottom
- The Corner
- The Road
- The Story Never Ends
- The Truth
- Travelin Soldier
- Turn The Page
- Vicious Circles
- What Hurts The Most
- Who Are You When Im Not Looking
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Aaron Lewis -
Sunday Every Saturday Night
Capo 2
[Verse 1]
G
I've seen drunk girls singin' karaoke
C G
I've seen old timers pray to their beer
C G Em
And we all seem to have our sad stories to tell
D
That's how we all ended up here
[Verse 2]
Washin' away all our problems
Gettin' baptised in those neon lights
And the drunker I get, the more things I forget
And I just ain't got that kind of time
[Chorus]
C G
So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey
C G
Because it fills up the cracks in my soul
C G
And it helps me forget all the damage I've done
D
And all the time I've spent down in this hole
C G
And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus
C G
Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright."
C G
So I take one more shot of redemption, Lord
D G
It's like Sunday every Saturday night
[Verse 3]
G
Now the gospel comes out of that jukebox
C G
And an angel just walked through the door
C G Em
And she pulled up a chair right beside me
D
She said, "You think misery's got room for one more?"
[Chorus]
C G
So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey
C G
Because it fills up the cracks in my soul
C G
And it helps me forget all the damage I've done
D
And all the time I've spent down in this hole
C G
And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus
C G
Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright."
C G
So I take one more shot of redemption, Lord
D G
It's like Sunday every Saturday night
[Verse 4]
G
Now the bar stools are lined up like church pews
C G
And the preacher just yelled out "Last call!"
C G Em
And confession is held belly-up to the bar
D
Hell even the best angels fall
[Chorus]
C G
So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey
C G
Because it fills up the cracks in my soul
C G
And it helps me forget all the damage I've done
D
And all the time I've spent down in this hole
C G
And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus
C G
Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright."
C G
So I take one more shot of redemption, Lord
D G
It's like Sunday every Saturday night
[Outro]
G D G
It's like Sunday every Saturday night
Sunday Every Saturday Night
Capo 2
[Verse 1]
G
I've seen drunk girls singin' karaoke
C G
I've seen old timers pray to their beer
C G Em
And we all seem to have our sad stories to tell
D
That's how we all ended up here
[Verse 2]
Washin' away all our problems
Gettin' baptised in those neon lights
And the drunker I get, the more things I forget
And I just ain't got that kind of time
[Chorus]
C G
So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey
C G
Because it fills up the cracks in my soul
C G
And it helps me forget all the damage I've done
D
And all the time I've spent down in this hole
C G
And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus
C G
Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright."
C G
So I take one more shot of redemption, Lord
D G
It's like Sunday every Saturday night
[Verse 3]
G
Now the gospel comes out of that jukebox
C G
And an angel just walked through the door
C G Em
And she pulled up a chair right beside me
D
She said, "You think misery's got room for one more?"
[Chorus]
C G
So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey
C G
Because it fills up the cracks in my soul
C G
And it helps me forget all the damage I've done
D
And all the time I've spent down in this hole
C G
And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus
C G
Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright."
C G
So I take one more shot of redemption, Lord
D G
It's like Sunday every Saturday night
[Verse 4]
G
Now the bar stools are lined up like church pews
C G
And the preacher just yelled out "Last call!"
C G Em
And confession is held belly-up to the bar
D
Hell even the best angels fall
[Chorus]
C G
So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey
C G
Because it fills up the cracks in my soul
C G
And it helps me forget all the damage I've done
D
And all the time I've spent down in this hole
C G
And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus
C G
Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright."
C G
So I take one more shot of redemption, Lord
D G
It's like Sunday every Saturday night
[Outro]
G D G
It's like Sunday every Saturday night
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