Biography:
Daryle Bruce Singletary (March 10, 1971 – February 12, 2018) was an American country music singer. Between 1995 and 1998, he recorded for Giant Records, for which he released three studio albums: Daryle Singletary in 1995, All Because of You in 1996 and Ain't It the Truth in 1998. In the same timespan, Singletary entered the top 40 of the Hot Country Songs charts five times, reaching number two with "I Let Her Lie" and "Amen Kind of Love", and number four with "Too Much Fun".
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Other songs:
- A
- Aint It The Truth
- All Because Of You
- Amen Kind Of Love
- Dim Lights Thick Smoke And Loud Loud Music
- Dumaflache
- Even The Wind
- Fifteen Years Ago
- I Let Her Lie
- I Never Go Around Mirrors
- I Still Sing This Way
- Im Living Up To Her Low Expectations
- Ive Thought Of Everything
- Kay
- Loves Gonna Live Here
- Make Up And Faded Blue Jeans
- Makeup And Faded Blue Jeans
- My Hearts Too Broke To Pay Attention
- Old Violin
- She Sure Looks Good In Black
- Take Me Home Country Roads
- Thats Where Youre Wrong
- Thats Why I Sing This Way
- Too Much Fun
- You Aint Heard Nothin Yet
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CAPO 1
[Verse 1]
C F
Kay, with all your singing talent back in Houston
C
Nashville's all you talked about
C F C
I sold everything I owned to bring you here now you'll be famous
G G7
There's no doubt
F
Last week you knocked 'em out in New York
C
Tonight Chicago's going wild
E Am Fm
Your record on the jukebox don't sound bad
C F G
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin'out at music city
C
From my cab
[Verse 2]
C F C
Caution lights blink out their warning some old Big Ben clock chimes 3 A.M.
C F C G G7
Starvin' hound dogs search a trash can, my gas tank could use 10 dollars worth of gas
F C
All the pot holes here on main street jar my rib cage I could cuss
E Am Fm
The crowd of night life people look so sad
C F G
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin'out at music city
C
From my cab
[Verse 3]
C# F# C#
Two young soldiers from Fort Campbell told me how they won the war in Afghanistan
C# F# C# G# G#7
Sirens echo through an alley, some woman said somebody stabbed a man
F# C#
I rushed miss teenage to the doctor she begged to give the child my name
F A#m F#m
I can't count the cups of coffee that I've had
C# F# G#
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin'out at music city
C#
From my cab
[Verse 4]
C# F# C#
Two rose petals on my front seat fallen from the bouquet Jimmy took to June
C# F# C# G# G#7
Jim kept mumbling through his tear drops God she'll leave this world with flowers in her room
F# C#
Kay, I showed some drunk your picture and he made a smart remark
F A#m F#m
I hit him in the mouth, boy was I mad
C# F# G#
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin'out at music city
C#
From my cab
[Verse 5]
G# G#7 C#
Fiddles, steel guitars and pianos, how they play
G# C# C#7
Grinding out the latest sounds from music city, U.S.A.
F# C#
Kay, although I know I brought you to the swinging music world
F A#m F#m
I miss pictures of those happy times we had
C# F# G#
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin'out at music city
C#
From my cab
[Outro]
C# F# G#
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin'out at music city
C#
From my cab
[Verse 1]
C F
Kay, with all your singing talent back in Houston
C
Nashville's all you talked about
C F C
I sold everything I owned to bring you here now you'll be famous
G G7
There's no doubt
F
Last week you knocked 'em out in New York
C
Tonight Chicago's going wild
E Am Fm
Your record on the jukebox don't sound bad
C F G
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin'out at music city
C
From my cab
[Verse 2]
C F C
Caution lights blink out their warning some old Big Ben clock chimes 3 A.M.
C F C G G7
Starvin' hound dogs search a trash can, my gas tank could use 10 dollars worth of gas
F C
All the pot holes here on main street jar my rib cage I could cuss
E Am Fm
The crowd of night life people look so sad
C F G
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin'out at music city
C
From my cab
[Verse 3]
C# F# C#
Two young soldiers from Fort Campbell told me how they won the war in Afghanistan
C# F# C# G# G#7
Sirens echo through an alley, some woman said somebody stabbed a man
F# C#
I rushed miss teenage to the doctor she begged to give the child my name
F A#m F#m
I can't count the cups of coffee that I've had
C# F# G#
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin'out at music city
C#
From my cab
[Verse 4]
C# F# C#
Two rose petals on my front seat fallen from the bouquet Jimmy took to June
C# F# C# G# G#7
Jim kept mumbling through his tear drops God she'll leave this world with flowers in her room
F# C#
Kay, I showed some drunk your picture and he made a smart remark
F A#m F#m
I hit him in the mouth, boy was I mad
C# F# G#
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin'out at music city
C#
From my cab
[Verse 5]
G# G#7 C#
Fiddles, steel guitars and pianos, how they play
G# C# C#7
Grinding out the latest sounds from music city, U.S.A.
F# C#
Kay, although I know I brought you to the swinging music world
F A#m F#m
I miss pictures of those happy times we had
C# F# G#
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin'out at music city
C#
From my cab
[Outro]
C# F# G#
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin'out at music city
C#
From my cab
Das Niveau
Das Pack
Das Paradies
Das Pop
Das Vasser