Biografia:
The Dirt Drifters play top-drawer country music, bringing vintage sounds and sensibilities up to date in a country landscape hungry to reconnect with its roots.
They met in Nashville, five musicians from four states with backgrounds from across the spectrum and a hunger to make music that matters. Their growing suspicion that they had something special was confirmed over and over as they took to the road. Fans in one club after another reacted as they always do in the presence of the real thing
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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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The (A) sun is coming up I gotta drag my butt out of bed (E)
My (A) phone is ringing boss is screaming "Where the hell you at?" (E)
I (B) grab a cup of coffee
Tell him it won't be too long
But he don't (A) know I'm waiting for something better to come along (E)
(Chorus)
There's gotta be (A) something better than 9 to 5
Every day barely gettin' by
(E) Working, slaving, always aching
Way too young for my back to be breaking
(A) Waiting on that rainbow
Tell me where's that pot of (B) gold? (E)
(A) Everyone is laughing from a distance when they see me clocking in (E)
Well they'll (A) all be here in 20 years
Cussing about the same old things (E)
They (B) stay there like a slave and wake up at the break of dawn
They don't (A) know I'm waiting for something better to come along (E)
Chorus
(A-E-A-B)
Chorus
Well I (A) take her out on Friday
because my baby likes to paint the town (E)
The (A) way she treats her man makes me think about settling down (E)
I (B) told her that I love her
She said let's just hold on
Man I (A) think she's waiting on something better to come along (E)
Yeah
Here she comes
Ah let's go
(E)
The (A) sun is coming up I gotta drag my butt out of bed (E)
My (A) phone is ringing boss is screaming "Where the hell you at?" (E)
I (B) grab a cup of coffee
Tell him it won't be too long
But he don't (A) know I'm waiting for something better to come along (E)
(Chorus)
There's gotta be (A) something better than 9 to 5
Every day barely gettin' by
(E) Working, slaving, always aching
Way too young for my back to be breaking
(A) Waiting on that rainbow
Tell me where's that pot of (B) gold? (E)
(A) Everyone is laughing from a distance when they see me clocking in (E)
Well they'll (A) all be here in 20 years
Cussing about the same old things (E)
They (B) stay there like a slave and wake up at the break of dawn
They don't (A) know I'm waiting for something better to come along (E)
Chorus
(A-E-A-B)
Chorus
Well I (A) take her out on Friday
because my baby likes to paint the town (E)
The (A) way she treats her man makes me think about settling down (E)
I (B) told her that I love her
She said let's just hold on
Man I (A) think she's waiting on something better to come along (E)
Yeah
Here she comes
Ah let's go
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