Biography:
Turnpike Troubadours is an American country music group from Oklahoma founded in 2005.
The band, whose name is derived from the bumpy Oklahoma toll-roads and their hard lived folk singing heroes, are proof that isolation can be the mother of originality. Cutting their teeth in roadside dance halls and honky-tonks has made a serious impact on the band’s musical style, which walks the line between Woody Guthrie and Waylon Jennings. “Bossier City,” the band’s debut album, is testament to the small towns in which they were raised.
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Other songs:
- Every Girl
- 1968
- 7 And 7
- 7 Oaks
- A Little Song
- A Tornado Warning
- Angola
- Austin To Ashes
- Before The Devil Knows Were Dead
- Blue Star
- Bossier City
- Call A Spade A Spade
- Come As You Are
- Diamonds And Gasoline
- Down Here
- Down On Washington
- Easton And Main
- Empty As A Drum
- Evangeline
- Fall Out Of Love
- Gin Smoke And Lies
- Gin Smoke Lies
- Gone Gone Gone
- Good Lord Lorrie
- Kansas City Southern
- Leaving Lonely
- Long Hot Summer Day
- Morgan Street
- Oklahoma Stars
- Old Time Feeling Like Before
- Pay No Rent
- Pipe Bomb Dream
- Quit While Im Ahead
- Ringing In The Year
- Shreveport
- Solid Ground
- Something To Hold On To
- Sunday Morning Paper
- The Bird Hunters
- The Funeral
- The Hard Way
- The Housefire
- The Winding Stair Mountain Blues
- Time Of Day
- Unrung
- Whole Damn Town
- Wrecked
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Turnpike Troubadours
Shreveport
I can't decide if this one is capo'd or not. Considering how high Felker's voice is, I'll assume its capo'd
at 2. Capo to fit your voice is my recomendation.
D G D A D
Well on a Greyhound bound for Shreveport I’d been too long in my seat
D G D A D
I stopped off in a no named town to grab a bite to eat
G D G D
And the ceiling fans they hung’d above a screened in patio
D G D A D
Crawfish hotter than a chimney fire the beer was cheap and cold
Bm F#m G A
And the bar maid smiled that kind of smile that knocked me off my stool
D G D A D
Said hang around I’ll show you things they don’t teach in school
D G D A D
Across the way an old blues man was playin’ on the street
D G D A D
He moaned just like a black and tan, I found myself a seat
G D G D
He sang ‘Lord He lives above us’ and ‘the devil sleeps beneath’
D G D A D
Well he growled it mean and low between his three or four gold teeth
Bm F#m G A
And I wished I was in Shreveport just a gamblin’ like a fool
D G D A D
Well you can learn somethings down there they don’t teach in school
D G D A D
Well I dreamed that night of a pretty girl, I dreamed of a river boat
D G D A D
‘Till a man in blue kicked at my shoes said come on boy, lets go
G D G D
I said, oh officer, oh officer, please don’t take me to jail
D G D A D
Said you can’t sleep outside now my hands are tied, I knew that feelin’ all too well
Bm F#m G A
And if you play in my town son you’ll play it by the rules
D G D A D
That downtown night shed light on sights that you won’t see in school
D G D A D
Out of Jail I found myself a-walkin’ down the road
D G D A D
So glad to hear that ole Jake Brake come purrin’ nice and slow
G D G D
Said I’m goin as far as Fayetteville, I’ve got some room to spare
D G D A D
Could you drop me off at Fort Smith, Sir, well I’ve got family there
Bm F#m G A
And he bought the Jack on that big black Mack, kickin’ back I played it cool
D G D A D
From a shotgun seat I learned some things they don’t teach in school
Key change to E
C#m G#m A B
And I wished I was in Shreveport just a gamblin’ like a fool
E A E B E
Well you can learn some things down there they don’t teach in school
E A E B E
Well I said you can learn some things down there they don’t teach in school
Turnpike Troubadours
Shreveport
I can't decide if this one is capo'd or not. Considering how high Felker's voice is, I'll assume its capo'd
at 2. Capo to fit your voice is my recomendation.
D G D A D
Well on a Greyhound bound for Shreveport I’d been too long in my seat
D G D A D
I stopped off in a no named town to grab a bite to eat
G D G D
And the ceiling fans they hung’d above a screened in patio
D G D A D
Crawfish hotter than a chimney fire the beer was cheap and cold
Bm F#m G A
And the bar maid smiled that kind of smile that knocked me off my stool
D G D A D
Said hang around I’ll show you things they don’t teach in school
D G D A D
Across the way an old blues man was playin’ on the street
D G D A D
He moaned just like a black and tan, I found myself a seat
G D G D
He sang ‘Lord He lives above us’ and ‘the devil sleeps beneath’
D G D A D
Well he growled it mean and low between his three or four gold teeth
Bm F#m G A
And I wished I was in Shreveport just a gamblin’ like a fool
D G D A D
Well you can learn somethings down there they don’t teach in school
D G D A D
Well I dreamed that night of a pretty girl, I dreamed of a river boat
D G D A D
‘Till a man in blue kicked at my shoes said come on boy, lets go
G D G D
I said, oh officer, oh officer, please don’t take me to jail
D G D A D
Said you can’t sleep outside now my hands are tied, I knew that feelin’ all too well
Bm F#m G A
And if you play in my town son you’ll play it by the rules
D G D A D
That downtown night shed light on sights that you won’t see in school
D G D A D
Out of Jail I found myself a-walkin’ down the road
D G D A D
So glad to hear that ole Jake Brake come purrin’ nice and slow
G D G D
Said I’m goin as far as Fayetteville, I’ve got some room to spare
D G D A D
Could you drop me off at Fort Smith, Sir, well I’ve got family there
Bm F#m G A
And he bought the Jack on that big black Mack, kickin’ back I played it cool
D G D A D
From a shotgun seat I learned some things they don’t teach in school
Key change to E
C#m G#m A B
And I wished I was in Shreveport just a gamblin’ like a fool
E A E B E
Well you can learn some things down there they don’t teach in school
E A E B E
Well I said you can learn some things down there they don’t teach in school
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