Biografia:
Among Savages is 24 year old Nashville, TN based artist Peter Barbee. His debut record “Wanderings of an Illustrative Mind” is a personal narrative about the triumphs and trials of youth. A composer from an early age, Barbee’s songs are filled with hushed moments that burst into bold grandiose, as understated as they are hooky. Raised as the fifth of six children in the foothills of the Smokey Mountains, he moved to Nashville at the age of 17 and immersed himself in its music community.
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Among Savages - New York City
http://www.amongsavages.com/
Tabbed by Ola Pedersen
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CAPO on first fret!
A D
New York City
A E
Where all your girls are pretty
F#m D
All your men are running from somewhere
E A
Making a name for themselves
Are you running from something
Or did you come from nothing
Are you testing the Lord
With the cards that you've been dealt
Where do you find peace
In the middle of the city
Hard enough to find a friend
When everyone's starting over again
I feel like a child
In a world that seems shapeless
When I am most afraid
Is when I get sucked back in
Yeah, you came here with nothing
And your leaving with the same
Sometimes the road that you were walking on
Is going the wrong way
Just come as you are
When you leave you will be changed
Everyday is a gift, everyday is a gift
And it's all slipping away
Now if you leave
Will you feel defeated
Cause you didn't take from the city
As much as the city took from you
What if you'd stayed
What if you'd done what you were thinking
I'd rather you give up on life in the city
Than giving up on life too
It must be hard to live
In the midst of all those buildings
Where the changing of the wind
Don't seem a miracle at all
And by the hands of man
It's a maze of bad habits
Where the rabbit in the hat
Is just a train in the fog
Yeah, you came here with nothing
And your leaving with the same
Sometimes the road that you were walking on
Is going the wrong way
Just come as you are
When you leave you will be changed
Everyday is a gift, everyday is a gift
And it's all slipping away
Follow your dreams
But beware of the illusions
You won't feel the void in your heart
With a bank statement and a car
What is it worth, what is it worth
Have you given up on freedom
You spent your life earning the keys to set you free
When you were free all along
New York City
Where all your girls are pretty
All your men are running from somewhere
Making a name for themselves
Are you running from something
Or did you come from nothing
Are you testing the Lord
With the cards that you've been dealt
http://www.amongsavages.com/
Tabbed by Ola Pedersen
******************************
CAPO on first fret!
A D
New York City
A E
Where all your girls are pretty
F#m D
All your men are running from somewhere
E A
Making a name for themselves
Are you running from something
Or did you come from nothing
Are you testing the Lord
With the cards that you've been dealt
Where do you find peace
In the middle of the city
Hard enough to find a friend
When everyone's starting over again
I feel like a child
In a world that seems shapeless
When I am most afraid
Is when I get sucked back in
Yeah, you came here with nothing
And your leaving with the same
Sometimes the road that you were walking on
Is going the wrong way
Just come as you are
When you leave you will be changed
Everyday is a gift, everyday is a gift
And it's all slipping away
Now if you leave
Will you feel defeated
Cause you didn't take from the city
As much as the city took from you
What if you'd stayed
What if you'd done what you were thinking
I'd rather you give up on life in the city
Than giving up on life too
It must be hard to live
In the midst of all those buildings
Where the changing of the wind
Don't seem a miracle at all
And by the hands of man
It's a maze of bad habits
Where the rabbit in the hat
Is just a train in the fog
Yeah, you came here with nothing
And your leaving with the same
Sometimes the road that you were walking on
Is going the wrong way
Just come as you are
When you leave you will be changed
Everyday is a gift, everyday is a gift
And it's all slipping away
Follow your dreams
But beware of the illusions
You won't feel the void in your heart
With a bank statement and a car
What is it worth, what is it worth
Have you given up on freedom
You spent your life earning the keys to set you free
When you were free all along
New York City
Where all your girls are pretty
All your men are running from somewhere
Making a name for themselves
Are you running from something
Or did you come from nothing
Are you testing the Lord
With the cards that you've been dealt
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