Biografia:
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- A Game In Town Like This
- Alberta Says Hello
- Always Keep An Edge On Your Knife
- Bible On The Dash
- Blood Sweat And Water
- Counterfeit Blues
- Devils Best Dress
- Dig Gravedigger Dig
- Drink It Like You Mean It
- Especially A Paint
- Family Reunion
- Five Dollar Bill
- Gonna Shine Up My Boots
- Good Copenhagen
- Gothest Girl I Can
- Guitar From The Wall
- Hair In My Eyes Like A Highland Steer
- Heavy And Leaving
- Horse Soldier Horse Soldier
- I Wanna Be In The Cavalry
- I Wanna Be In The Cavalry Reprise
- Little Foothills Heaven
- Long Gone To Saskatchewan
- One Left In The Chamber
- Pour Em Kinda Strong
- Priceless Antique Pistol Shoots Startled Owner
- R
- Roughest Neck Around
- Run This Town
- September
- She Wont Come To Me
- Student Visas
- Sunbeam
- Switch To Whiskey
- Talkin Veterinarian Blues
- The Horse I Rode In On
- The Truth Comes Out
- This Is My Prairie
- Time To Switch To Whiskey
- Truck Got Stuck
- Washed Up Rock Star Factory Blues
- You Aint A Cowboy If You Aint Been Bucked Off
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 first fret.
Em
They took away our dogtags, they had us grow our hair
They gave us student visas when we were over there
Am
They staged us out of Hondo al este del Salvador
Em
I guess you'd call us Contras but no one calls much no more
D Em
There ain't no fun in killin' folk and I don't wanna do no more
Em
My great great rode at Shiloh and Grandpa drove a tank
Daddy was air cavalry, flew choppers in the Nam {Da Nang}
Am
I worked mostly clandestine, the branch I should not say {CIA}
Em
We played with better guns and I could use the extra pay
Am
Did Reagan give the order? Did cocaine pay the bill?
Em
They said we's fightin' communists but it was kinda hard to tell
D Em
There ain't no fun in killin' folk and I don't wanna do no more
Continue the chord progression
(Tab 1 up)
This was before Blackhawks and RPGs were king
My buddy on the door gun, he never felt a thing
When our Huey caught a rocket and both the pilots killed
And it pitched us over sideways on some Nicaraguan hill
My back felt like it's broken, my legs I could not feel
I kept on shooting communists but it was kind of hard to tell
There ain't no fun in killin' folk and I ain't gonna do no more
I never did heal up right from injuries sustained
Officially in Germany, officially while we trained
I remember all their faces, I dream about them still
I guess we's fightin' communists but it was kinda hard to tell
There ain't no fun in killin' folk, and I don't wanna do no more
I speak the cold logistic that warriors speak so well
Foxtrot tango whiskey alpha golf tango hotel
A soldierly bravado, an unspeakable guilt
That village, it was communist but it was kinda hard to tell
D Em
There ain't no fun in killin' folk and I don't wanna do no more
D Em
Believe me, I've done plenty boys and I ain't gonna do no more
D
But of course if they back me in the corner they'll be dead before they hit
Em
the floor
Em riff D riff
e|-------------------- e|------2-----2------|
B|------0-----0------- B|--------1----------|
G|--------0----------- G|---2------2--------|
D|---2------2--------- D|0------------------|
A|-------------------- A|-------------------|
E|0------------------- E|-------------------|
Am riff
e|--------------------|
B|------1-----1-------|
G|--------2-----------|
D|---2------2---------|
A|0-------------------|
E|--------------------|
Em
They took away our dogtags, they had us grow our hair
They gave us student visas when we were over there
Am
They staged us out of Hondo al este del Salvador
Em
I guess you'd call us Contras but no one calls much no more
D Em
There ain't no fun in killin' folk and I don't wanna do no more
Em
My great great rode at Shiloh and Grandpa drove a tank
Daddy was air cavalry, flew choppers in the Nam {Da Nang}
Am
I worked mostly clandestine, the branch I should not say {CIA}
Em
We played with better guns and I could use the extra pay
Am
Did Reagan give the order? Did cocaine pay the bill?
Em
They said we's fightin' communists but it was kinda hard to tell
D Em
There ain't no fun in killin' folk and I don't wanna do no more
Continue the chord progression
(Tab 1 up)
This was before Blackhawks and RPGs were king
My buddy on the door gun, he never felt a thing
When our Huey caught a rocket and both the pilots killed
And it pitched us over sideways on some Nicaraguan hill
My back felt like it's broken, my legs I could not feel
I kept on shooting communists but it was kind of hard to tell
There ain't no fun in killin' folk and I ain't gonna do no more
I never did heal up right from injuries sustained
Officially in Germany, officially while we trained
I remember all their faces, I dream about them still
I guess we's fightin' communists but it was kinda hard to tell
There ain't no fun in killin' folk, and I don't wanna do no more
I speak the cold logistic that warriors speak so well
Foxtrot tango whiskey alpha golf tango hotel
A soldierly bravado, an unspeakable guilt
That village, it was communist but it was kinda hard to tell
D Em
There ain't no fun in killin' folk and I don't wanna do no more
D Em
Believe me, I've done plenty boys and I ain't gonna do no more
D
But of course if they back me in the corner they'll be dead before they hit
Em
the floor
Em riff D riff
e|-------------------- e|------2-----2------|
B|------0-----0------- B|--------1----------|
G|--------0----------- G|---2------2--------|
D|---2------2--------- D|0------------------|
A|-------------------- A|-------------------|
E|0------------------- E|-------------------|
Am riff
e|--------------------|
B|------1-----1-------|
G|--------2-----------|
D|---2------2---------|
A|0-------------------|
E|--------------------|
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The Creases
The Creeps
The Crests