Biografia:
Turnpike Troubadours is an American country music group from Oklahoma founded in 2005.
The band, whose name is derived from the bumpy Oklahoma toll-roads and their hard lived folk singing heroes, are proof that isolation can be the mother of originality. Cutting their teeth in roadside dance halls and honky-tonks has made a serious impact on the band’s musical style, which walks the line between Woody Guthrie and Waylon Jennings. “Bossier City,” the band’s debut album, is testament to the small towns in which they were raised.
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Outras músicas:
- Every Girl
- 1968
- 7 And 7
- 7 Oaks
- A Little Song
- A Tornado Warning
- Angola
- Austin To Ashes
- Before The Devil Knows Were Dead
- Blue Star
- Bossier City
- Call A Spade A Spade
- Come As You Are
- Diamonds And Gasoline
- Down Here
- Down On Washington
- Easton And Main
- Empty As A Drum
- Evangeline
- Fall Out Of Love
- Gin Smoke And Lies
- Gin Smoke Lies
- Gone Gone Gone
- Good Lord Lorrie
- Kansas City Southern
- Leaving Lonely
- Long Hot Summer Day
- Morgan Street
- Oklahoma Stars
- Old Time Feeling Like Before
- Pay No Rent
- Pipe Bomb Dream
- Quit While Im Ahead
- Ringing In The Year
- Shreveport
- Solid Ground
- Something To Hold On To
- Sunday Morning Paper
- The Bird Hunters
- The Funeral
- The Hard Way
- The Housefire
- The Winding Stair Mountain Blues
- Time Of Day
- Unrung
- Whole Damn Town
- Wrecked
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Empty As A Drum
By Turnpike Troubadours
This is tabbed to match the recording - you can also play with
Capo 2 in the key of D (D, F#7, G in the verses, D, A, G in chorus)
Capo 4
C
Well two old red-nosed whiskey drunks were talkin politics
E7 F
It was time to hit the bricks, it was time for me to go
C
And I was right there on the verge of pullin' out my hair
E7 F
Actin as though I could not care less and hopin' she would show
Well my bags are packed and ready, I was feelin' like a wreck
Some clothes and personal effects, I left everything I own
And the last I laid eyes on her, we were in a hotel hall
Holdin hands like paper dolls, aw but here I sit alone
Chorus:
C G F
Well I'm gonna give it one more minute, give me one more round of rum
G F
Well I'm as empty as a drum, I'm as empty as a drum
C G F
Could you spare a cigarette, I hate to be a bum
G F
C
But here's to hopin' she'll still come, I'm too old to be this dumb, well I'm too old to
be this dumb
Well I tell you that bartender, she's a site to see
Aw you'd be envious of me, least you would if she was here
And the kid there in the corner has been spoilin' for a fight
And it feels like that of night, aw buddy instead pour me a beer
Chorus
When you darkened up the doorway, I stood up from the bar
Well I said hey now here you are, damn it darlin how are you and you kissed me
Said I can't say that I'm great oh lord I hate it that I am late
Oh what a mess we got into
By Turnpike Troubadours
This is tabbed to match the recording - you can also play with
Capo 2 in the key of D (D, F#7, G in the verses, D, A, G in chorus)
Capo 4
C
Well two old red-nosed whiskey drunks were talkin politics
E7 F
It was time to hit the bricks, it was time for me to go
C
And I was right there on the verge of pullin' out my hair
E7 F
Actin as though I could not care less and hopin' she would show
Well my bags are packed and ready, I was feelin' like a wreck
Some clothes and personal effects, I left everything I own
And the last I laid eyes on her, we were in a hotel hall
Holdin hands like paper dolls, aw but here I sit alone
Chorus:
C G F
Well I'm gonna give it one more minute, give me one more round of rum
G F
Well I'm as empty as a drum, I'm as empty as a drum
C G F
Could you spare a cigarette, I hate to be a bum
G F
C
But here's to hopin' she'll still come, I'm too old to be this dumb, well I'm too old to
be this dumb
Well I tell you that bartender, she's a site to see
Aw you'd be envious of me, least you would if she was here
And the kid there in the corner has been spoilin' for a fight
And it feels like that of night, aw buddy instead pour me a beer
Chorus
When you darkened up the doorway, I stood up from the bar
Well I said hey now here you are, damn it darlin how are you and you kissed me
Said I can't say that I'm great oh lord I hate it that I am late
Oh what a mess we got into
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