Biografia:
Mallman began playing the piano at 3 years old. “I found a severe magnetism in pounding my fists on the thing.” His live performances are an unforgettable experience; approaching the keyboard like an electric guitar, lyrics like an existentialist writer, and the stage like a circus performer. In recent years, he’s has toured across America opening for such diverse acts as Guided by Voices, Beth Orton, Cat Power, Donovan, Tegan and Sara, Ozomatli, Everlast, Exene Cervenka, Howie Day, Cracker, and Chuck Prophet amongst many others.
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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!
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Boots - Mark Mallman
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Tabbed by:Hanoihancock
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBe)
Dm: xx0213 C: x32010 G: 320003
[Verse 1]
Dm Dm C C Dm
I'm a traveling salesman I travel for my job I've been across America from the bottom to the top
Dm C C Dm
Thursday it's Detroit, and Friday Chicago, Saturday in St Paul and Sunday in Fargo
[Chorus 1]
G Dm
My boots are of leather they are black at the seams
G Dm
And we travel together sometimes in blue jeans
[Verse 2]
Dm C C Dm
From New York to London and everywhere that I've been should I die and get to heaven I'll be wearin' them then
Dm C C Dm
Should I live to be 100 and can't walk at all I will leave my boots on for they make me feel tall
[Chorus 2]
G Dm
I'm a lover of leisure and all of it's fruits
G Dm
I'm like Julius Ceasar in dirty black boots
[Verse 3]
Dm C C Dm
Bartender bartender where for art thou? I laid down beside her in a Tennessee town
Dm C C Dm
I felt her flesh on me there was innocence missin' there was pressure and friction there wasn't much kissin'
[Chorus 3]
G Dm
Lately I find myself only thinking of her
G Dm
Like Tennessee whiskey so golden and pure
G Dm
As I roll through moonlight like a nomadic rogue
G Dm
On account of mixed emotions and on account of the road
C Dm
My skin is made for pleasure, but my boots are made of leather
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Boots - Mark Mallman
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Tabbed by:Hanoihancock
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBe)
Dm: xx0213 C: x32010 G: 320003
[Verse 1]
Dm Dm C C Dm
I'm a traveling salesman I travel for my job I've been across America from the bottom to the top
Dm C C Dm
Thursday it's Detroit, and Friday Chicago, Saturday in St Paul and Sunday in Fargo
[Chorus 1]
G Dm
My boots are of leather they are black at the seams
G Dm
And we travel together sometimes in blue jeans
[Verse 2]
Dm C C Dm
From New York to London and everywhere that I've been should I die and get to heaven I'll be wearin' them then
Dm C C Dm
Should I live to be 100 and can't walk at all I will leave my boots on for they make me feel tall
[Chorus 2]
G Dm
I'm a lover of leisure and all of it's fruits
G Dm
I'm like Julius Ceasar in dirty black boots
[Verse 3]
Dm C C Dm
Bartender bartender where for art thou? I laid down beside her in a Tennessee town
Dm C C Dm
I felt her flesh on me there was innocence missin' there was pressure and friction there wasn't much kissin'
[Chorus 3]
G Dm
Lately I find myself only thinking of her
G Dm
Like Tennessee whiskey so golden and pure
G Dm
As I roll through moonlight like a nomadic rogue
G Dm
On account of mixed emotions and on account of the road
C Dm
My skin is made for pleasure, but my boots are made of leather
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