Biography:
Dylan LeBlanc (born 1990 in Shreveport, Louisiana, United States) is an American singer-songwriter.
LeBlanc grew up hanging out amongst the session musicians at Fame Studios. By age 7, LeBlanc was already learning how to play a Picking style on the guitar and began writing his own songs when his father bought him a guitar for his 11th birthday. When he turned 15 he began to hone his songwriting by playing live whenever he could, often traveling hundreds of miles on his own to play to just a handful of people.
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E C#m /B
Well, I could sit here and I could think
E C#m /B
'Bout the things that I ain't got
E C#m /B
So don't mind me if I hesitate
E C#m /B
Tell you the truth, it ain't a lot
A G#m
I might come in here with a pocket full of money
F#m B
And I might leave here with a dime in my pocket
A G#m
But either way that don't make me happy
F#m B
And all I have is this picture in a locket
E C#m
So I go down street to the 5th Avenue Bar
E C#m
I go over a man who's lighting up his cheap cigars
A G#m
And I ask him if it's gonna get any better
F#m B
And he says, "No", he says, "No"
A G#m
There's this young man behind the bar who'd take the bottle
F#m B
"Here's how you let go, here's how you let go"
E C#m
E C#m
Well I could sit here and I could pine
For your love to be as strong as mine
But instead I'll keep the peace
Sit here lonesome, sitting in my grief
And I could go somewhere and burn this lonely picture
Even in my head I know I'd still remember
Walking down the street, in my wallet there's a 50
And I drop it down at the place when we feel empty
Yeah, I'm down street at the 5th Avenue Bar
Talking to the man who's lighting up his cheap cigars
And I ask him if it's gonna get any better
He says, "For me it didn't, for me it didn't"
There's this young man behind the bar who'd take the bottle
"Yeah, this'll fix it", he says, "This'll fix it"
Well, I woke up in the morning
And the world was white as snow
Is it heaven or hell, which place did I go
Well, I could sit here and I could think
E C#m /B
'Bout the things that I ain't got
E C#m /B
So don't mind me if I hesitate
E C#m /B
Tell you the truth, it ain't a lot
A G#m
I might come in here with a pocket full of money
F#m B
And I might leave here with a dime in my pocket
A G#m
But either way that don't make me happy
F#m B
And all I have is this picture in a locket
E C#m
So I go down street to the 5th Avenue Bar
E C#m
I go over a man who's lighting up his cheap cigars
A G#m
And I ask him if it's gonna get any better
F#m B
And he says, "No", he says, "No"
A G#m
There's this young man behind the bar who'd take the bottle
F#m B
"Here's how you let go, here's how you let go"
E C#m
E C#m
Well I could sit here and I could pine
For your love to be as strong as mine
But instead I'll keep the peace
Sit here lonesome, sitting in my grief
And I could go somewhere and burn this lonely picture
Even in my head I know I'd still remember
Walking down the street, in my wallet there's a 50
And I drop it down at the place when we feel empty
Yeah, I'm down street at the 5th Avenue Bar
Talking to the man who's lighting up his cheap cigars
And I ask him if it's gonna get any better
He says, "For me it didn't, for me it didn't"
There's this young man behind the bar who'd take the bottle
"Yeah, this'll fix it", he says, "This'll fix it"
Well, I woke up in the morning
And the world was white as snow
Is it heaven or hell, which place did I go
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