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“I tell people I went to the Hank Williams school of songwriting: I always try to capture his ability to marry a lyric with a melody,” says john Arthur martinez. With PURGATORY ROAD, martinez has definitely earned himself an A. His flowing melodies carry stories told by a true Texas songwriter, with evocative lyrics inspired by wide open spaces, friends, family and the wayfarers who populate our lives in unexpected ways. Martinez’s latest, his first for Apache Ranch Records
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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!
Utopia
Capo 1st
Am C G Am
On cheap California wine I was breastfed and reared
Am C G Am
By a mama who wouldn’t want me once my daddy disappeared
Am C G Am
She closed her bloodshot eyes, touched her finger to the map
Am C G Am
To a small Texas town, there’d be no more grapes of wrath
Am C G Am
At each end of town was a welcome sign she wanted to believe
Am C G Am
But that edge of town would cut you down if you ever tried to leave
Am C G Am
We lived on 187, and I prayed with each sunrise
Am C G Am
That we’d settled on a piece of heaven, and found our paradise
Chorus
F C G Am
Was it heaven on earth or kingdom come a little of both or neither one
F C E7 Am–C–G-Am
It wasn’t meant to be this way, but we stayed in our Utopia
Am C G Am
For sixteen battered years we lived out of a pickup truck
Am C G Am
When she told me to make my bed, I’d just put the tailgate up
Am C G Am
How I ever lived to this ripe young age I’m not really sure
Am C G Am
If I ever really learned right from wrong, it was damn sure not from her
Chorus
Am C G Am
Twenty-one years later and inside I’m still a child
Am C G Am
Playin’ tag with my past; it’ll catch me once in a while
Am C G Am
And I have to fight that bottle every day of my life
Am C G Am
Another long drawn out battle I win some of the time
Chorus
Capo 1st
Am C G Am
On cheap California wine I was breastfed and reared
Am C G Am
By a mama who wouldn’t want me once my daddy disappeared
Am C G Am
She closed her bloodshot eyes, touched her finger to the map
Am C G Am
To a small Texas town, there’d be no more grapes of wrath
Am C G Am
At each end of town was a welcome sign she wanted to believe
Am C G Am
But that edge of town would cut you down if you ever tried to leave
Am C G Am
We lived on 187, and I prayed with each sunrise
Am C G Am
That we’d settled on a piece of heaven, and found our paradise
Chorus
F C G Am
Was it heaven on earth or kingdom come a little of both or neither one
F C E7 Am–C–G-Am
It wasn’t meant to be this way, but we stayed in our Utopia
Am C G Am
For sixteen battered years we lived out of a pickup truck
Am C G Am
When she told me to make my bed, I’d just put the tailgate up
Am C G Am
How I ever lived to this ripe young age I’m not really sure
Am C G Am
If I ever really learned right from wrong, it was damn sure not from her
Chorus
Am C G Am
Twenty-one years later and inside I’m still a child
Am C G Am
Playin’ tag with my past; it’ll catch me once in a while
Am C G Am
And I have to fight that bottle every day of my life
Am C G Am
Another long drawn out battle I win some of the time
Chorus
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