Biografia:
Houndmouth is a collaborative folk rock four-member band, formed in 2011 from the lowland plains and farmlands of Indiana, USA. The band's lyrics emphasize their foolhardiness, and their soulful harmonies carry far. Houndmouth consists of Matt Myers (guitar, vocals), Katie Toupin (keyboard, vocals), Zak Appleby (bass, vocals) and Shane Cody(drums, vocals). Folk duo Katie Toupin and Matt Myers (formerly of the Saint James Hotel) joined up with Shane
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Outras músicas:
- Darlin'
- Sedona
- 15 Years
- Black Gold
- By God
- Casino Bad Things
- Come On Illinois
- Comin Around Again
- Darlin
- For No One
- Gasoline
- Halfway To Hardinsburg
- Hey Rose
- Honey Slider
- Houston Train
- Krampus
- Ludlow
- Modern Love
- My Cousin Greg
- No One
- Northeast Texas Women
- On The Road
- Palmyra
- Penitentiary
- Runaround Sue
- Say It
- The Big Oil Spill
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!
Tuning: DGDGBD
(studio version is actually D#G#D#G#CD#, or open G and Capo 1st)
[Intro/verse]
e|------------------------------0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0-----|
B|---7--7--7--7--7--7--5--3--5--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--2--2--3--3--7--|
G|------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|----0------0----0------0------------------------------------------|
G|-----------------------------0--0--0-0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0-------|
D|-0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----------------------------------0----|
D G
[Verse]
D G
The red sandstone it fell,
D G
right smack on top, of Sedona Arabelle
D
John Ford said won’t you hop on in,
D G A7
in a stagecoach baby, gonna take you for a spin, oh oh, woah, woah.
[Chorus]
D G
Hey, little Hollywood, you’re
A7t
gone but you’re not forgot.
D G
You got the cash but your credit’s no good,
A7
you flipped the script and you shot the plot.
D G
I remember, I remember when your neon used to
A7
burn so bright and pink-
D G A7 D
a Saturday night kind of pink.
[Verse]
D G
The black list and its hosts
D G
came down so swift, it drove them to the coast
D
We’re going to California, but were all out of work
G A7
I guess that’s better than a grave and a hearse, oh oh, woah, woah
[Chorus]
D G
Hey, little Hollywood, you’re
A7
gone but you’re not forgot.
D G
You got the cash but your credit’s no good,
A7
you flipped the script and you shot the plot.
D G
I remember, I remember when your neon used to
A7
burn so bright and pink-
D G A7 D
a Saturday night kind of pink.
[Verse]
D G
There’ll be devils in their rush
D G
The duct tape makes you hush
D
Hey there Sedona, let me cut you a deal, I’m a little hung-over and
D G A7
I may have to steal your soul, woah, woah.
[Chorus]
D G
Hey, little Hollywood, you’re
A7
gone but you’re not forgot
D G
You got the cash but your credit’s no good
A7
You flipped the script and you shot the plot
D G
I remember, I remember when your neon used to
A7
burn so bright and pink, so bright and pink!-
D G A7 D
a Saturday night kind of pink.
(studio version is actually D#G#D#G#CD#, or open G and Capo 1st)
[Intro/verse]
e|------------------------------0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0-----|
B|---7--7--7--7--7--7--5--3--5--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--2--2--3--3--7--|
G|------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|----0------0----0------0------------------------------------------|
G|-----------------------------0--0--0-0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0-------|
D|-0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----------------------------------0----|
D G
[Verse]
D G
The red sandstone it fell,
D G
right smack on top, of Sedona Arabelle
D
John Ford said won’t you hop on in,
D G A7
in a stagecoach baby, gonna take you for a spin, oh oh, woah, woah.
[Chorus]
D G
Hey, little Hollywood, you’re
A7t
gone but you’re not forgot.
D G
You got the cash but your credit’s no good,
A7
you flipped the script and you shot the plot.
D G
I remember, I remember when your neon used to
A7
burn so bright and pink-
D G A7 D
a Saturday night kind of pink.
[Verse]
D G
The black list and its hosts
D G
came down so swift, it drove them to the coast
D
We’re going to California, but were all out of work
G A7
I guess that’s better than a grave and a hearse, oh oh, woah, woah
[Chorus]
D G
Hey, little Hollywood, you’re
A7
gone but you’re not forgot.
D G
You got the cash but your credit’s no good,
A7
you flipped the script and you shot the plot.
D G
I remember, I remember when your neon used to
A7
burn so bright and pink-
D G A7 D
a Saturday night kind of pink.
[Verse]
D G
There’ll be devils in their rush
D G
The duct tape makes you hush
D
Hey there Sedona, let me cut you a deal, I’m a little hung-over and
D G A7
I may have to steal your soul, woah, woah.
[Chorus]
D G
Hey, little Hollywood, you’re
A7
gone but you’re not forgot
D G
You got the cash but your credit’s no good
A7
You flipped the script and you shot the plot
D G
I remember, I remember when your neon used to
A7
burn so bright and pink, so bright and pink!-
D G A7 D
a Saturday night kind of pink.
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