Biography:
The Wood Brothers is an American folk band consisting of brothers Chris and Oliver Wood, as well as multi-instrumentalist Jano Rix.
Brothers Oliver and Chris Wood grew up in Boulder, CO, and both left the area after graduating from high school, Oliver moving to Atlanta while Chris ended up in New York. Oliver, a guitarist, discovered he had a knack for writing songs and formed the blues-based King Johnson, which continues to do frequent gigs on the Southern circuit.
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Other songs:
- Honey Jar
- Aint No More Cane
- American Heartache
- Angel Band
- Atlas
- Blue And Green
- Dont Look Back
- Fall Too Fast
- Fixing A Hole
- Glad
- Happiness Jones
- I Got Loaded
- Keep Me Around
- Laughin Or Crying
- Loaded
- Losin Streak
- Lovin Arms
- Luckiest Man
- Made It Up The Mountain
- Mary Anna
- Neon Tombstone
- Never And Always
- One More Day
- Ophelia
- Pay Attention
- Postcards From Hell
- River Of Sin
- River Takes The Town
- Sing About It
- Smoke Ring Halo
- Thats What Angels Can Do
- The Muse
- The Shore
- Two Places
- Wastin My Mind
- When I Was Young
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[Intro]
G D A D (x4)
[Verse 1]
G D A D
I know a man who sings the blues
G D A D
Yeah he plays just what he feels
G D A D
Keeps a letter in the pocket of his coat
G D A D
But he never breaks the seal
[Interlude]
G D A D (x2)
[Verse 2]
G D A D
Set up in a bar room corner
G D A D
Playing for tips and beer
G D A D
People carrying on and drinking
G D A D
And you gotta strain to hear
[Interlude]
G D A G (x2)
[Verse 3]
G D A D
I've seen him playing some old cheap guitar
G D A D
But he could play on pots and pans
G D A D
You never heard a soul so pure and true
G D A D
It's flowing right out of his hands
G D A D
And he can sing sweet as a choir girl
G D A D
Or he can sing a house on fire
G D A D
I've seen him calling up the angels
G D A D
And use a breeze for a telephone wire
[Chorus]
G
But if you ask him
F#7 Bm
How he sings his blues so well
A
He says
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
And I don't read postcards from hell
[Interlude]
G D A D (x4)
[Verse 4]
G D A D
Said he came from down in Texas
G D A D
Playin' out since he's fifteen
G D A D
You can hear a little Chicago
G D A D
And a lot of New Orleans
G D A D
And he can take you on a freight train
G D A D
He can take you down the alley
G D A D
He can take you to the church
G D A D
He can walk you through the valley
[Chorus]
G
And if you ask him
F#7 Bm
How he sings his blues so well
A
He says
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
And I don't read postcards from hell
[Interlude]
G D A D (x8)
[Verse 5]
G D A D
I've seen him sleeping in a doorway
G D A D
Maybe living outside
G D A D
On his back just like a cockroach
G D A D
But he ain't waiting to die
[Chorus]
G
And if you ask him
F#7 Bm
How he sings his blues so well
A
He says
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
That's how I sing my blues so well
G D A D
And I don't read postcards from hell
G D A D (x4)
[Verse 1]
G D A D
I know a man who sings the blues
G D A D
Yeah he plays just what he feels
G D A D
Keeps a letter in the pocket of his coat
G D A D
But he never breaks the seal
[Interlude]
G D A D (x2)
[Verse 2]
G D A D
Set up in a bar room corner
G D A D
Playing for tips and beer
G D A D
People carrying on and drinking
G D A D
And you gotta strain to hear
[Interlude]
G D A G (x2)
[Verse 3]
G D A D
I've seen him playing some old cheap guitar
G D A D
But he could play on pots and pans
G D A D
You never heard a soul so pure and true
G D A D
It's flowing right out of his hands
G D A D
And he can sing sweet as a choir girl
G D A D
Or he can sing a house on fire
G D A D
I've seen him calling up the angels
G D A D
And use a breeze for a telephone wire
[Chorus]
G
But if you ask him
F#7 Bm
How he sings his blues so well
A
He says
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
And I don't read postcards from hell
[Interlude]
G D A D (x4)
[Verse 4]
G D A D
Said he came from down in Texas
G D A D
Playin' out since he's fifteen
G D A D
You can hear a little Chicago
G D A D
And a lot of New Orleans
G D A D
And he can take you on a freight train
G D A D
He can take you down the alley
G D A D
He can take you to the church
G D A D
He can walk you through the valley
[Chorus]
G
And if you ask him
F#7 Bm
How he sings his blues so well
A
He says
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
And I don't read postcards from hell
[Interlude]
G D A D (x8)
[Verse 5]
G D A D
I've seen him sleeping in a doorway
G D A D
Maybe living outside
G D A D
On his back just like a cockroach
G D A D
But he ain't waiting to die
[Chorus]
G
And if you ask him
F#7 Bm
How he sings his blues so well
A
He says
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G D A D
That's how I sing my blues so well
G D A D
And I don't read postcards from hell
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