Biografia:
Aaron Watson é um cantor e compositor de música Country, nascido em Panhandle, Texas. Watson já lançou 8 Álbuns independentes, sobre sua própria bandeira, a Big Label Records.
Não é segredo que o Texas sempre teve o seu próprio estilo de música, e Watson mistura canções inesquecíveis e com bons desempenhos, crescendo noite-a-noite, e se consolidando no atual cenário Country.
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Outras músicas:
- 3Rd Gear And 17
- A Country Boy And City Girl
- All American Country Girl
- Amarillo Fair
- Angels And Outlaws
- Barbed Wire Halo
- Best For Last
- Big Love In A Small Town
- Blame It On Me
- Bluebonnets
- Cant Be A Cowboy Forever
- Charlene Gene
- Clear Isabel
- Conflict
- Dancin Shoes
- Diamonds And Daughters
- Diesel Drivin Daddy
- Fence Post
- Fools Paradise
- Freight Train
- Getaway Truck
- Going To Texas
- Haunted House
- Hearts Are Breaking Across Texas
- Heaven Help The Heart
- Heyday Tonight
- Higher Ground
- Honky Tonkin Around Texas
- I Dont Want You To Go
- I Dont Want You To Go But I Need You To Leave
- I Met Jesus In A Bar
- I Need You To Leave
- If Youre Not In Love
- Im A Memory
- In Harms Way
- Ive Always Loved You
- July In Cheyenne
- Kiss That Girl Goodbye
- Lonely Lonestar Christmas
- Lonely Lubbock Lights
- Love Makin Song
- Mackenzie Park
- Next To Heaven
- Off The Record
- On The Losing End
- One Of Your Nights
- Outta Style
- Raise Your Bottle
- Reckless
- Rollercoaster Ride
- San Angelo
- Shes Not Just Another Pretty Face
- Shut Up And Dance
- Something With A Swing To It
- Songs About Saturday Night
- Stuck Between A Rock And A Heartache
- Summertime Girl
- Sweet Contradiction
- Take You Home Tonight
- Texas Lullaby
- Thank God For Country Girls
- That Look
- Thats Why God Loves Cowboys
- The Honky Tonk Kid
- The Notel Motel
- The Prayer
- The Right Place
- The Road
- The Road The Rodeo
- These Old Boots Have Roots
- They Dont Make Em Like They Used To
- True Love Ways
- Unbelievably Beautiful
- Vaquero
- What She Dont Know
- Whats Her Name
- When All Those Aggies Move To Austin
- When I Grow Up I Wanna Be Just Like Colt Mccoy
- Will You Love Me In A Trailer
- Wish I Could Say Id Been Drinking
- Would You Love Me In A Trailer
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Fence Post
Aaron Watson
The Underdog (2015)
no capo
Intro: D x 2
(spoken)
D
Now this is a true story for the most part
That occurred on the top floor of this bigwig record executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting anybody
God knows I love country music with all my heart and soul and I love the Grand Ole Opry
But I do have a problem with someone who can't even play a D chord on a guitar
Telling someone with a dream that they won't get far
So this song is dedicated to all those underdogs like me out there running around
Don't get discouraged if you have a dream, don't be afraid to chase it down, it's how it goes
Verse 1
D
He said, "Son, don't get offended by what I'm about to say
I can see you have a passion for the songs you write and play
But you lack what we all call commercial appeal
And you just don't have what it takes to make it here in Nashville"
Ouch...
D
Well my heart felt like a train wreck, but I wore a smile on my face
I said, "Thank you for your time, sir" put my guitar back in its case
Our little conversation was like a revelation, redirecting my dreams
Cause God knows I'd never sell my soul to rock 'n' roll or rap, or wear those tight skinny jeans
Chorus
G A
And you know I'd rather sing my own songs than be a puppet on a string
Bm G
I'll wear what I want to wear, I'm gonna sing what I wanna sing
A Bm
Heaven knows all I need is my faith, my fans, my friends and my family
G A D
Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas than the king of Tennessee
Verse 2 (spoken)
D
So I loaded up my old pickup truck and I drove back home to Amarillo
Got a gig off old route 66 at this ballroom called "The Armadillo"
And for the first thousand shows or so not a soul showed up
I thought about quitting every other day, but I just kept on kicking that cup
Yeah, I kept kicking that can surrounded by blood, sweat, and beers
And wouldn't you know I became an overnight sensation in just over ten years
And now I'm packing out all the dance halls and the rodeos every night
I got a pretty wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat, I'd say I'm doing alright
Chorus
G A
And you know I'd rather sing my own songs than be a puppet on a string
Bm G
I'll wear what I want to wear, I'm gonna sing what I wanna sing
A Bm
Heaven knows all I need is my faith, my fans, my friends and my family
G A D
Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas than the king of Tennessee
Oh, how 'bout a little front porch picking, boys
Solo
G G A A Bm Bm G G
G G A A Bm Bm Bm Bm
G G A A D D D D
Verse 3 (spoken)
D
Well, wouldn't you know that old record man showed up one night at this honky tonking bar
After my show he said, "Son, I believe you might be the next big country star"
He said, "We like how you keep it raw, we like how you keeping it real
And I think you may just have what we all like to call commercial appeal"
Huh, ain't that something
Chorus
G A
Well, sir... you know I'd rather sing my own songs than be a puppet on a string
Bm G
I'll wear what I want to wear, I'm gonna sing what I wanna sing
A Bm
Heaven knows all I need is my faith, my fans, my friends and my family
G A Bm
Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas than the king of Tennessee
G A
God bless Tennessee, But I'd rather be just an old fence post in Texas
Than sell my soul to rock 'n' roll or rap or wear those tight fitting skinny jeans
Outro: D x7
Aaron Watson
The Underdog (2015)
no capo
Intro: D x 2
(spoken)
D
Now this is a true story for the most part
That occurred on the top floor of this bigwig record executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting anybody
God knows I love country music with all my heart and soul and I love the Grand Ole Opry
But I do have a problem with someone who can't even play a D chord on a guitar
Telling someone with a dream that they won't get far
So this song is dedicated to all those underdogs like me out there running around
Don't get discouraged if you have a dream, don't be afraid to chase it down, it's how it goes
Verse 1
D
He said, "Son, don't get offended by what I'm about to say
I can see you have a passion for the songs you write and play
But you lack what we all call commercial appeal
And you just don't have what it takes to make it here in Nashville"
Ouch...
D
Well my heart felt like a train wreck, but I wore a smile on my face
I said, "Thank you for your time, sir" put my guitar back in its case
Our little conversation was like a revelation, redirecting my dreams
Cause God knows I'd never sell my soul to rock 'n' roll or rap, or wear those tight skinny jeans
Chorus
G A
And you know I'd rather sing my own songs than be a puppet on a string
Bm G
I'll wear what I want to wear, I'm gonna sing what I wanna sing
A Bm
Heaven knows all I need is my faith, my fans, my friends and my family
G A D
Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas than the king of Tennessee
Verse 2 (spoken)
D
So I loaded up my old pickup truck and I drove back home to Amarillo
Got a gig off old route 66 at this ballroom called "The Armadillo"
And for the first thousand shows or so not a soul showed up
I thought about quitting every other day, but I just kept on kicking that cup
Yeah, I kept kicking that can surrounded by blood, sweat, and beers
And wouldn't you know I became an overnight sensation in just over ten years
And now I'm packing out all the dance halls and the rodeos every night
I got a pretty wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat, I'd say I'm doing alright
Chorus
G A
And you know I'd rather sing my own songs than be a puppet on a string
Bm G
I'll wear what I want to wear, I'm gonna sing what I wanna sing
A Bm
Heaven knows all I need is my faith, my fans, my friends and my family
G A D
Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas than the king of Tennessee
Oh, how 'bout a little front porch picking, boys
Solo
G G A A Bm Bm G G
G G A A Bm Bm Bm Bm
G G A A D D D D
Verse 3 (spoken)
D
Well, wouldn't you know that old record man showed up one night at this honky tonking bar
After my show he said, "Son, I believe you might be the next big country star"
He said, "We like how you keep it raw, we like how you keeping it real
And I think you may just have what we all like to call commercial appeal"
Huh, ain't that something
Chorus
G A
Well, sir... you know I'd rather sing my own songs than be a puppet on a string
Bm G
I'll wear what I want to wear, I'm gonna sing what I wanna sing
A Bm
Heaven knows all I need is my faith, my fans, my friends and my family
G A Bm
Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas than the king of Tennessee
G A
God bless Tennessee, But I'd rather be just an old fence post in Texas
Than sell my soul to rock 'n' roll or rap or wear those tight fitting skinny jeans
Outro: D x7
Aastha
Aastha Raut
AB Three
Abadon
Abalone Dots