Biografia:
Brantley Gilbert (20 de Janeiro de 1985) é um artista do rock americano. Nascido em Jefferson, Georgia, ele compõe músicas e fez parcerias com Jason Aldean e Colt Ford, e mais recente, escreveu a letra Dirt Road Anthem de Jason Aldean, para o álbum My Kinda Party(2010). Mais tarde, essa música teve parceria com o rapper Ludacris. Sua maior posição na Billboard Hot 100 foi em 50º com Country Must Be Countrywide, que permaneceu na revista por 21 semanas consecutivas.
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Outras músicas:
- Bottoms Up
- 17 Again
- Against The World
- Anymore Perfect
- At Least We Thought It Was
- Baby Be Crazy
- Back In The Day
- Bendin The Rules And Breakin The Law
- Best Of Me
- Bro Code
- Bullet In A Bonfire
- Country Must Be Country Wide
- Dirt Road Anthem
- Do What The Night Wants
- Fall Into Me
- Friday Night
- Grits
- Grown Ass Man
- Halfway To Heaven
- Hell On An Angel
- Hell On Wheels
- If You Want A Bad Boy
- In My Head
- Indianas Angel
- Its About To Get Dirty
- Just As I Am
- Kick It In The Sticks
- Let It Ride
- Live It Up
- Modern Day Prodigal Son
- More Than Miles
- My Babys Guns And Roses
- My Faith In You
- My Kind Of Crazy
- My Kinda Party
- One Hell Of An Amen
- Outlaw In Me
- Picture On The Dashboard
- Play Me That Song
- Read Me My Rights
- Rock This Town
- Rockin Chairs
- Same Old Song
- Saving Amy
- Shes My Kind Of Crazy
- Small Town Throwdown
- Smokin Gun
- Stone Cold Sober
- That Was Us
- The Devil Dont Sleep
- The Ones That Like Me
- The Weekend
- Them Boys
- Three Feet Of Water
- Tried To Tell Ya
- Way Back
- Were Gonna Ride Again
- What Happens In A Small Town
- Whats Left Of A Small Town
- Whenever Were Alone
- You Could Be That Girl
- You Dont Know Her Like I Do
- You Promised
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!
Chords are E, B, C#m, A all the way through.
Capo 1
*VERSE*
E
Got my mail today,
B
Just the kind that miss us
C#m
A bunch of bills I can't pay,
A
I guess their shit outta luck.
E
But there was one from an old friend,
B
Brought back memories
C#m
Black and white from way back when
A B
It was hard to believe that was us!
*CHORUS*
E
That was us riding' dirt roads,
B
Shooting buckshot at signs,
C#m
Drinking beer we just stole,
A
Passing jugs full of shine,
E B
Leave them girls with one of them boys.
C#m
Singing' old country gold
A
Till we all lost our voice,
E
That was us!
In once an a while, we'll catch a game or a race,
Catching up on old times turns into hell that we raised,
We'll start re-telling stories, and lies we've rehearsed,
About the girls we made out with,
And how badass we were,
That was us!
That was us down in Panama, cruising the strip,
In the bed of my truck tossing beads and talking shit.
Shot gun and beer, playing pong and flip cup,
Ive never lost seeing you, toring some bitches up,
That was us!
That was us!
Man we'll always remember those of us have
We'll always be brothers and we'll never forget,
That that was us that we carry the tears in our eyes,
When the rest of us are buried but throwing down in the sky,
So raise a glass to the memories,
That wont ever die,
Here's to friends, here's to family
And one hell of a time!
Yeah, here's to us!
Here's to us!
Here's to us!
Yeah, here's to us!
Capo 1
*VERSE*
E
Got my mail today,
B
Just the kind that miss us
C#m
A bunch of bills I can't pay,
A
I guess their shit outta luck.
E
But there was one from an old friend,
B
Brought back memories
C#m
Black and white from way back when
A B
It was hard to believe that was us!
*CHORUS*
E
That was us riding' dirt roads,
B
Shooting buckshot at signs,
C#m
Drinking beer we just stole,
A
Passing jugs full of shine,
E B
Leave them girls with one of them boys.
C#m
Singing' old country gold
A
Till we all lost our voice,
E
That was us!
In once an a while, we'll catch a game or a race,
Catching up on old times turns into hell that we raised,
We'll start re-telling stories, and lies we've rehearsed,
About the girls we made out with,
And how badass we were,
That was us!
That was us down in Panama, cruising the strip,
In the bed of my truck tossing beads and talking shit.
Shot gun and beer, playing pong and flip cup,
Ive never lost seeing you, toring some bitches up,
That was us!
That was us!
Man we'll always remember those of us have
We'll always be brothers and we'll never forget,
That that was us that we carry the tears in our eyes,
When the rest of us are buried but throwing down in the sky,
So raise a glass to the memories,
That wont ever die,
Here's to friends, here's to family
And one hell of a time!
Yeah, here's to us!
Here's to us!
Here's to us!
Yeah, here's to us!
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