Biografia:
Tommy Alverson fiercely hews to the time-honored Texas country music tradition—a little swing, a little twang, a lot of heart. He’s a mentor, producer, festival promoter, songwriter and singer who takes responsibility for keeping boot marks on the honky-tonk hardwood floor. This fourteen track disc features full–band versions of Alverson originals, (“Second Hand Love”, a reprise of “Texas Woman”) plus tunes by Doug Sahm (“Be Real”)
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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!
How A Good Woman Feels
By Tommy Alverson
A D
I remember it well as he road into town one day,
E A
'Neth the hat that was black, top the horse that was grey.
D
His eyes were red, his face unshaved, and his spurs were a shiney steel.
E A
His shirt was stained with tobbaco, and his lips cracked and peeled.
D
Silver concho lined his belt, and buckle was trimmed in gold
E A
And the brand on the grey was a firey display of a man now growin' old.
F#m D
Well his voice was gruff and his boots were scuffed as he entered those
A
swingin' doors.
F#m D
With a back that was bent he ordered whisky straight up he drank it down,
E
wanted more.
A D
With a stare as sharp as a razors edge, his vision was not all clear
E A
He said boys, I got memories of how good a bad woman can feel.
[Chorus]
E D E
He said do you know how good a bad woman feels
A D
Like a good straight shot of whisky
E
at the end of the trail
F#m
You know life is hard and she a soft place to fall
D A
and at any price, she's a steal
E A
Do you know how good a bad woman feels
[Solo]
F#m D A E A E
A D
By now a crowd had gathered to hear this old man tell his tale
E A
And as he wiped the sweat from his thin grey brow, He said I've had my fill.
D
He walked outside and stepped into the saddle as the grey truned and wheeled.
E
But I'll never forget what the old cowboy said 'bout how good a bad woman can
A
feel.
[Repeat Chorus]
[Bridge]
F#m D A
He said, I've seen it all, took some bad falls and delt me some crooked deals
E D A E A
And I know how good a bad woman feels. Yo-De-La-Eeeee
By Tommy Alverson
A D
I remember it well as he road into town one day,
E A
'Neth the hat that was black, top the horse that was grey.
D
His eyes were red, his face unshaved, and his spurs were a shiney steel.
E A
His shirt was stained with tobbaco, and his lips cracked and peeled.
D
Silver concho lined his belt, and buckle was trimmed in gold
E A
And the brand on the grey was a firey display of a man now growin' old.
F#m D
Well his voice was gruff and his boots were scuffed as he entered those
A
swingin' doors.
F#m D
With a back that was bent he ordered whisky straight up he drank it down,
E
wanted more.
A D
With a stare as sharp as a razors edge, his vision was not all clear
E A
He said boys, I got memories of how good a bad woman can feel.
[Chorus]
E D E
He said do you know how good a bad woman feels
A D
Like a good straight shot of whisky
E
at the end of the trail
F#m
You know life is hard and she a soft place to fall
D A
and at any price, she's a steal
E A
Do you know how good a bad woman feels
[Solo]
F#m D A E A E
A D
By now a crowd had gathered to hear this old man tell his tale
E A
And as he wiped the sweat from his thin grey brow, He said I've had my fill.
D
He walked outside and stepped into the saddle as the grey truned and wheeled.
E
But I'll never forget what the old cowboy said 'bout how good a bad woman can
A
feel.
[Repeat Chorus]
[Bridge]
F#m D A
He said, I've seen it all, took some bad falls and delt me some crooked deals
E D A E A
And I know how good a bad woman feels. Yo-De-La-Eeeee
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