Biografia:
Gênero
Country/Southern Rock/Rock
Membros
Cody Cannon-Lead Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Cody Tate-Lead Guitar, Vocals, Rhythm Guitar
John Jeffers-Rhythm Guitar, Vocals, Lead Guitar
Gary Brown-Bass
Jeff Hogg-Drums
For Booking Inquiries please contact:
Henry Glascock
[email protected]
Natural de
Tyler, Texas
Gravadora
Smith Entertainment
Biografia
One moment, Whiskey Myers is cooking along on a blues/rock groove and you figure you have this East Texas band’s musical ambitions pegged. And for that moment, you do.
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Outras músicas:
- American Outlaws
- Anna Marie
- Ballad Of A Southern Man
- Bar Guitar And A Honky Tonk Crowd
- Broken Window Serenade
- Colloquy
- Dogwood
- Dyin For Tonight
- Early Morning Shakes
- Good Ole Days
- Guitar Picker
- Hank
- Lonely East Texas Nights
- Lonely East Tx Nights
- Mud
- Old Broke Guitar Picker
- Reckoning
- Shelter From The Rain
- Song For You
- Stone
- Summer 2005
- Trailer We Call Home
- Turn It Up
- Virginia
- Where The Sun Dont Shine
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!
[Verse 1]
G D Cadd9 G
My first rifle was a .243
Em D Cadd9 G
That Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
G D Cadd9 Em
and-they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand
Em D Cadd9 G
I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand
G D Cadd9 G
Now, I grew up on a prison farm
Em D Cadd9 G
sneakin' pulls-of-shine from a mason jar
G D Cadd9 Em
used to go fishing out Cripple Creek dam
Em D Cadd9 G
but I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand
[Chorus]
Cadd9 G
Grandma's in the kitchen
Cadd9 G D
Papa done passed on
Cadd9 G
We sit out on the front porch
Em D Cadd9
Just a pickin’ on a song
Cadd9 G
and there's blood on the table
Cadd9 G D
'cause we work for what we have
Em D Cadd9
and I was raised in this land
Em D Cadd9 G
I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand.
[Verse 2]
G D Cadd9 G
And I still fly that southern flag
Em7 D Cadd9 G
whistling Dixieland enough to brag,
G D Cadd9 Em
and I know all the words to "Simple Man"
Em D Cadd9 G
I guess that’s something you don't understand.
G D Cadd9 G
I pledge my allegiance the original way
Em D Cadd9 G
I say, "Merry Christmas," not "Happy Holidays"
G D Cadd9 Em
They can’t change my ways, I know who I am
Em D Cadd9 G
I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand.
[Chorus]
Cadd9 G
Grandma's in the kitchen
Cadd9 G D
Papa done passed on
Cadd9 G
We sit out on the front porch
Em D Cadd9
Just a pickin’ on a song
Cadd9 G
and there's blood on the table
Cadd9 G D
'cause we work for what we have
Em D Cadd9
I was raised in this land
Em D Cadd9 G
I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand
[Bridge]
Bb F
They'll grind us up in a big machine
C G
They'll feed us all on the same beliefs
Bb F C
Holy dollar and a credit card
Bb F
but we got a way of doing things
C G
and no bankers gonna steal from me
D
they wanna tear it all apart
[Chorus]
Cadd9 G
Grandma's in the kitchen
Cadd9 G D
Papa done passed on
Cadd9 G
We sit out on the front porch
Em D Cadd9
Just a pickin’ on a song
Cadd9 G
and there's a bible on the table
Cadd9 G D
'cause he bled for what we have
Em D Cadd9
and that's the ballad of southern man
Em D Cadd9 G
but I guess that’s something you don't understand
[Outro]
G D Cadd9 Em
My first rifle was a .243
Em D Cadd9 G
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
G D Cadd9 G
My first rifle was a .243
Em D Cadd9 G
That Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
G D Cadd9 Em
and-they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand
Em D Cadd9 G
I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand
G D Cadd9 G
Now, I grew up on a prison farm
Em D Cadd9 G
sneakin' pulls-of-shine from a mason jar
G D Cadd9 Em
used to go fishing out Cripple Creek dam
Em D Cadd9 G
but I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand
[Chorus]
Cadd9 G
Grandma's in the kitchen
Cadd9 G D
Papa done passed on
Cadd9 G
We sit out on the front porch
Em D Cadd9
Just a pickin’ on a song
Cadd9 G
and there's blood on the table
Cadd9 G D
'cause we work for what we have
Em D Cadd9
and I was raised in this land
Em D Cadd9 G
I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand.
[Verse 2]
G D Cadd9 G
And I still fly that southern flag
Em7 D Cadd9 G
whistling Dixieland enough to brag,
G D Cadd9 Em
and I know all the words to "Simple Man"
Em D Cadd9 G
I guess that’s something you don't understand.
G D Cadd9 G
I pledge my allegiance the original way
Em D Cadd9 G
I say, "Merry Christmas," not "Happy Holidays"
G D Cadd9 Em
They can’t change my ways, I know who I am
Em D Cadd9 G
I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand.
[Chorus]
Cadd9 G
Grandma's in the kitchen
Cadd9 G D
Papa done passed on
Cadd9 G
We sit out on the front porch
Em D Cadd9
Just a pickin’ on a song
Cadd9 G
and there's blood on the table
Cadd9 G D
'cause we work for what we have
Em D Cadd9
I was raised in this land
Em D Cadd9 G
I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand
[Bridge]
Bb F
They'll grind us up in a big machine
C G
They'll feed us all on the same beliefs
Bb F C
Holy dollar and a credit card
Bb F
but we got a way of doing things
C G
and no bankers gonna steal from me
D
they wanna tear it all apart
[Chorus]
Cadd9 G
Grandma's in the kitchen
Cadd9 G D
Papa done passed on
Cadd9 G
We sit out on the front porch
Em D Cadd9
Just a pickin’ on a song
Cadd9 G
and there's a bible on the table
Cadd9 G D
'cause he bled for what we have
Em D Cadd9
and that's the ballad of southern man
Em D Cadd9 G
but I guess that’s something you don't understand
[Outro]
G D Cadd9 Em
My first rifle was a .243
Em D Cadd9 G
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
Whispering Sons
Whissell
Whistle
Whit Warren
Whitaker
White Noise
White Plains
White Rabbits
White Reaper
White River Blue (...)