Biografia:
Etta James, nascida Jamesetta Hawkins, (Los Angeles, 25 de janeiro de 1938 — Riverside, 20 de janeiro de 2012) foi uma cantora norte-americana de blues, R&B, jazz e música gospel. Também era conhecida como Miss Peaches.
Filha de uma mãe solteira de 16 anos, afro-americana e nascida de duas raças diferentes, ela procurou saber quem era seu pai, desconhecido até então, que sua mãe disse ser Minnesota Fats e do qual ela recebia pensão na condição de manter segredo sobre sua paternidade.
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Outras músicas:
- All I Could Do Was Cry
- At Last
- I'd Rather Go Blind
- Something's Got A Hold On Me
- Sunday Kind Of Love
- Crazy Feeling
- Damn Your Eyes
- Fool That I Am
- I Just Wanna Make Love To You
- I Worship The Ground You Walk On
- Id Rather Go Blind
- If I Cant Have You
- In The Basement
- Lie No Better
- Loves Been Rough On Me
- Loving You More Every Day
- Purple Rain
- Santa Baby
- Somethings Got A Hold On Me
- Two Sides To Every Story
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[Intro]
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[Verse]
A
Here you come draggin' in
A
Three a.m. again
A
Grinnin' that silly grin
A
Smellin' just like sin
D
Holdin' up that alibi that's tissue paper thin
E
Diggin' down deeper and deeper
E
In that hole you're already in
[Chorus]
A D
If you can't lie no better
A D
If you can't lie no better
A E
If you can't lie no better than that
E A
You might as well tell the truth
[Verse]
A
I know you been foolin' around
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With some fool from way 'cross town
A
You're tearin' our good thing down
A
Makin' me out your clown
D
Lookin' for excuses that you know can't be found
[Chorus]
A D
If you can't lie no better
A D
If you can't lie no better
A
If you can't lie no better than that
E A
You might as well tell the truth
[Bridge]
D
And you could be more discreet
D
With your love letters
E
And honey, I smell some other man
E
All over your Cashmere sweater
[Solo]
F#m D F#m D E
[Chorus]
A D
If you can't lie no better
A D
If you can't lie no better
A
If you can't lie no better than that
E A
You might as well tell the truth
A
[Verse]
A
Here you come draggin' in
A
Three a.m. again
A
Grinnin' that silly grin
A
Smellin' just like sin
D
Holdin' up that alibi that's tissue paper thin
E
Diggin' down deeper and deeper
E
In that hole you're already in
[Chorus]
A D
If you can't lie no better
A D
If you can't lie no better
A E
If you can't lie no better than that
E A
You might as well tell the truth
[Verse]
A
I know you been foolin' around
A
With some fool from way 'cross town
A
You're tearin' our good thing down
A
Makin' me out your clown
D
Lookin' for excuses that you know can't be found
[Chorus]
A D
If you can't lie no better
A D
If you can't lie no better
A
If you can't lie no better than that
E A
You might as well tell the truth
[Bridge]
D
And you could be more discreet
D
With your love letters
E
And honey, I smell some other man
E
All over your Cashmere sweater
[Solo]
F#m D F#m D E
[Chorus]
A D
If you can't lie no better
A D
If you can't lie no better
A
If you can't lie no better than that
E A
You might as well tell the truth
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Eva
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