Biografia:
Brandi Carlile (1 de Junho de 1981 em Ravensdale, Washington) é uma cantora e compositora norte-americana. Sua música tem sido catalogada de vários gêneros musicais incluindo pop, rock, country, indie e folk. Com 8 anos de idade, interpretou uma versão da canção country "Tennessee Flat Top Box" com a sua mãe. Brandi começou a tocar guitarra e escrever canções com apenas 15 anos. Com 16 anos começou a interpretar como coro para uma imitador de Elvis Presley.
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Outras músicas:
- Beginning To Feel The Years
- Dreams
- Hallelujah
- Have You Ever
- Heart’s Content
- Keep Your Heart Young
- My Song
- Oh Dear
- Story
- The Story
- Turpentine
- What Can I Say
- Before It Breaks
- Heart’s Content
- Josephine
- Raise Hell
- The Joke
- 100
- A Promise To Keep
- Again Today
- All That Remains
- Blood Muscle Skin And Bones
- Blue Eyes Cryin In The Rain
- Cannonball
- Caroline
- Christmas 1984
- Closer To You
- Downpour
- Dying Day
- Every Time I Hear That Song
- Eye Of A Needle
- Fall
- Fall Apart Again
- Follow
- Forever Young
- Fulton County Jane Doe
- Gone
- Happy
- Hard Way Home
- Harder To Forgive
- Hearts Content
- Heaven
- Heroes And Songs
- Hiding My Heart
- Hold Out Your Hand
- How These Days Grow Long
- I Belong To You
- I Will
- If There Was No You
- Ill Still Be There
- Just Kids
- Late Morning Lullaby
- Let It Go
- Looking Out
- Losing Heart
- Love Songs
- Mainstream Kid
- Most Of All
- My Repair
- Open Doors
- Over You
- Party Of One
- Pride And Joy
- Rise Again
- Same Old You
- Save Part Of Yourself
- Shadow On The Wall
- Sixty Years On
- Someday Never Comes
- Sugartooth
- Sunsets And Cigarettes
- That Wasnt Me
- That Year
- The Eye
- The Hard Way Home
- The Mother
- The Stranger At My Door
- The Things I Regret
- Throw It All Away
- Tired
- Touching The Ground
- Tragedy
- Until I Die
- Us Again
- Wasted
- Way To You
- What Did I Ever Come Here For
- Whatever You Do
- When Angels Touch The Ground
- Wherever Is Your Heart I Call Home
- Wilder Were Chained
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Hard Way Home
by Brandi Carlile
Capo: 5
G Em C D
Oooh
G
I sometimes lose my faith in luck
Em
I don't know what I want to be when I grow up
C
I just count the rain
D G
Wearing the floor through the boards again
G
I wish I could find a soul to steal
Em
I could be the engine, you could be the wheel
C D G
And we could drive it home, and never have to worry about being alone
CHORUS:
C
Oooh, I follow my tracks
D G
See all the times I should have turned back
C G
Oooh, I wept alone
D G
I know what it means to be on my own
Em C
Oooh, the things I've have known
D G
Looks like I'm taking the hard way home
Em C G
Oooh, the seeds I've sown
D G
Taking the hard way home
D G
Taking the hard way home
I never did learn how to follow the rules
I never was good at sleeping while the moon was full
I just lie and burn
Wreck my mind while the planet turns
I sometimes wish I could start again
I'd try and do the right thing every now and then
I'd step in line
That's what I'd do if I could turn back time
CHORUS
Oooh, follow my tracks
See all the times I should have turned back
Oooh, I wept alone
I know what it means to be on my own
Oooh, the things I've known
Looks like I'm taking the hard way home
Oooh, the seeds I've sown
Taking the hard way home
Taking the hard way home
G Em C D
ooooooooooooh
I tell you how I want to live
Forget about the take
Forget about the give
I want to leave this town
Fake my death and never be found
CHORUS:
Oooh, follow my tracks
See all the times I should have turned back
Oooh, I wept alone
I know what it means to be on my own
Oooh, the things I've known
Looks like I'm taking the hard way home
Oooh, the seeds I've sown
Taking the hard way home
Taking the hard way home
I sometimes lose my faith in luck
I don't know what I want to be when I grow up
I just count the rain
Wearing the floor through the boards again
I wish I could find a soul to steal
I could be the engine, you could be the wheel
And we could drive it home, I never have to worry about being alone
CHORUS:
Oooh, the things I have known
Looks like I'm taking the hard way home
Oooh, the seeds I've sown
Taking the hard way home
Taking the hard way home
Taking the hard way home
Tabbed by Juan C Batlle
by Brandi Carlile
Capo: 5
G Em C D
Oooh
G
I sometimes lose my faith in luck
Em
I don't know what I want to be when I grow up
C
I just count the rain
D G
Wearing the floor through the boards again
G
I wish I could find a soul to steal
Em
I could be the engine, you could be the wheel
C D G
And we could drive it home, and never have to worry about being alone
CHORUS:
C
Oooh, I follow my tracks
D G
See all the times I should have turned back
C G
Oooh, I wept alone
D G
I know what it means to be on my own
Em C
Oooh, the things I've have known
D G
Looks like I'm taking the hard way home
Em C G
Oooh, the seeds I've sown
D G
Taking the hard way home
D G
Taking the hard way home
I never did learn how to follow the rules
I never was good at sleeping while the moon was full
I just lie and burn
Wreck my mind while the planet turns
I sometimes wish I could start again
I'd try and do the right thing every now and then
I'd step in line
That's what I'd do if I could turn back time
CHORUS
Oooh, follow my tracks
See all the times I should have turned back
Oooh, I wept alone
I know what it means to be on my own
Oooh, the things I've known
Looks like I'm taking the hard way home
Oooh, the seeds I've sown
Taking the hard way home
Taking the hard way home
G Em C D
ooooooooooooh
I tell you how I want to live
Forget about the take
Forget about the give
I want to leave this town
Fake my death and never be found
CHORUS:
Oooh, follow my tracks
See all the times I should have turned back
Oooh, I wept alone
I know what it means to be on my own
Oooh, the things I've known
Looks like I'm taking the hard way home
Oooh, the seeds I've sown
Taking the hard way home
Taking the hard way home
I sometimes lose my faith in luck
I don't know what I want to be when I grow up
I just count the rain
Wearing the floor through the boards again
I wish I could find a soul to steal
I could be the engine, you could be the wheel
And we could drive it home, I never have to worry about being alone
CHORUS:
Oooh, the things I have known
Looks like I'm taking the hard way home
Oooh, the seeds I've sown
Taking the hard way home
Taking the hard way home
Taking the hard way home
Tabbed by Juan C Batlle
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