Biografia:
Formerly known as Billy The Kid And The Brothers Barbaylios made up of three now defunct bands of the North East, The Lurios, Whalter and The Romance, Young Rebel Set are beginning to get fans up and down the country.
"The mysterious troubadours that form Young Rebel Set preach full-blooded tales of tough love, hard luck and the triumph of romance against the odds.Every spit and sawdust jig is spun from the blood, sweat, tears, toil and glory of an extraordinary group and woven into a rousing patchwork of gritty urban folk."
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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!
Capo 6 is how it's in the video, but you can move it wherever you like.
These are the chords based on the
G Bm C G
Well I have lost everything that I own
G G D
No, I haven't got a penny to my name
G Bm
I have scraped and I have saved
C G
And I stole from the depraved
G D G
And there ain't no money to be saved
And I have worked every god-given hour
To keep this roof above my head
Yet I still find at the end of the day
That it's just not enough to get fed
C G
And I've scraped every barrel
C G
And I've drank every dreg
G Bm C G
Yet I still find at the end of the day
G D G
There is still no woman in my bed
And there used to be a day
When I'd bring home my pay
And my daddy, he would be so proud
And he'd say "Well done, son
You deserve what you have won
Just make sure you don't piss it all away"
And then I went and pissed it all away
And then I hung my head in shame
And then I went back, the very next day
And I done it all over again
And he'd say "Oh, my son
Look what you've become
You're a singer in a one-horse band
Oh, I had such high hopes
That you'd be one of those blokes
With a pick and a shovel in your hand"
So I used to work the stage
Just to earn a little wage
To keep the wolf from at my door
But kicking shit up a hill
Just don't give me the same thrills
And I don't want to do it anymore
And you just stood there, laughing
Saying I ain't got what it takes
Well I only know one bloody speed
And there ain't no fucking brakes
And he'd say "Oh, my son
Look what you've become
You're a singer in a one-horse band
Oh, I had such high hopes
That you'd be one of those blokes
With a pick and a shovel in your hand"
So fuck all of you
You don't know what I can do
You've only come to watch me drown
Will I sink or will I swim?
Will I endeavour to win?
At least I'm not working for a clown
And he'd say "Oh, my son
Look what you've become
You're a singer in a one-horse band
Oh, I had such high hopes
That you'd be one of those blokes
With a pick and a shovel in your hand"
And he'd say "Oh, my son
Look what you've become
You're a singer in a one-horse band
Oh, I had such high hopes
That you'd be one of those blokes
With a pick and a guitar in your hand"
These are the chords based on the
G Bm C G
Well I have lost everything that I own
G G D
No, I haven't got a penny to my name
G Bm
I have scraped and I have saved
C G
And I stole from the depraved
G D G
And there ain't no money to be saved
And I have worked every god-given hour
To keep this roof above my head
Yet I still find at the end of the day
That it's just not enough to get fed
C G
And I've scraped every barrel
C G
And I've drank every dreg
G Bm C G
Yet I still find at the end of the day
G D G
There is still no woman in my bed
And there used to be a day
When I'd bring home my pay
And my daddy, he would be so proud
And he'd say "Well done, son
You deserve what you have won
Just make sure you don't piss it all away"
And then I went and pissed it all away
And then I hung my head in shame
And then I went back, the very next day
And I done it all over again
And he'd say "Oh, my son
Look what you've become
You're a singer in a one-horse band
Oh, I had such high hopes
That you'd be one of those blokes
With a pick and a shovel in your hand"
So I used to work the stage
Just to earn a little wage
To keep the wolf from at my door
But kicking shit up a hill
Just don't give me the same thrills
And I don't want to do it anymore
And you just stood there, laughing
Saying I ain't got what it takes
Well I only know one bloody speed
And there ain't no fucking brakes
And he'd say "Oh, my son
Look what you've become
You're a singer in a one-horse band
Oh, I had such high hopes
That you'd be one of those blokes
With a pick and a shovel in your hand"
So fuck all of you
You don't know what I can do
You've only come to watch me drown
Will I sink or will I swim?
Will I endeavour to win?
At least I'm not working for a clown
And he'd say "Oh, my son
Look what you've become
You're a singer in a one-horse band
Oh, I had such high hopes
That you'd be one of those blokes
With a pick and a shovel in your hand"
And he'd say "Oh, my son
Look what you've become
You're a singer in a one-horse band
Oh, I had such high hopes
That you'd be one of those blokes
With a pick and a guitar in your hand"
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