Biography:
John Anderson nació en el Valle de cauca, Colombia, el 14 de octubre de 1982 dentro de una familia con un gran espíritu musical en la cual encontró el apoyo necesario para iniciarse en este mundo de tonadas e inspiración Recibió sus primeros conocimientos musicales de parte de su padre Harold Sanchez continuando sus estudios en diferentes academias de Palmira, su ciudad natal.
Más adelante tuvo la oportunidad de integrar orquestas y agrupaciones tales como los gemelos y su combo
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Other songs:
- Swingin
- 1959
- A Honky Tonk Saturday Night
- A Woman Knows
- An Occasional Eagle
- Bend It Until It Breaks
- Better News
- Black Sheep
- Brown Eyed Girl
- Brown Liquor
- Chicken Truck
- Christmas Time
- Cold Coffee And Hot Beer
- Cold Day In Hell
- Countrified
- Disappearing Farmer
- Dont Forget To Thank The Lord
- Down In Orange Grove
- Down In Tennessee
- Even A Fool Would Let Go
- Eye Of A Hurricane
- Goin Down Hill
- Guitars That Wont Stay In Tune
- Hillbilly Hollywood
- His And Hers
- His Hers
- Honky Tonk Hearts
- I Just Came Home To Count The Memories
- I Love You A Thousand Ways
- I Make It Hard To Lose
- I Wish I Could Have Been There
- I Wish I Could Write You A Song
- I Wish I Had Loved Her That Way
- If A Broken Heart Could Kill
- If I Could Have My Way
- If It Aint Broke Dont Fix It
- Im Just An Old Chunk Of Coal
- Its A Long Way Back
- Its Hard To Keep This Ship Together
- Ive Almost Jack Daniels Drowned
- Ive Got It Made
- Jessie Clay And The 1205
- Jesus Our Savior
- Just For You
- Laid Your Memory To Rest
- Last Night I Laid
- Let Go Of The Stone
- Let Somebody Else Drive
- Lonely Is Another State
- Long Black Veil
- Lower On The Hog
- Lying In Her Arms
- Makin Love And Making Out
- Money In The Bank
- Mountain High Valley Low
- Occasional Eagle
- Old Chunk Of Coal
- Paradise
- Peace In The Valley
- Quittin Time
- Red Georgia Clay
- Sara
- Seminole Wind
- She Just Started Likin Cheatin Songs
- She Sure Got Away With My Heart
- Small Town
- Solid Ground
- Something Borrowed Something Blue
- Somewhere Between Ragged And Right
- Straight Tequila Night
- Take That Woman Away
- Takin The Country Back
- The Ballad Of Zero And The Tramp
- The Fightin Side Of Me
- The Girl At The End Of The Bar
- The Price Of A Thin Silver Dime
- The Waltz You Saved For Me
- Theres Nothing Left For Me To Take For Granted
- Till I Get Used To The Pain
- Tokyo Oklahoma
- Whats So Different About You
- When It Comes To You
- When Lady Is Clouding Your Vision
- When Your Yellow Brick Road Turns Blue
- Wifes Little Pleasures
- Wild And Blue
- Would You Catch A Falling Star
- Yellow Creek
- You Cant Judge A Book By The Cover
- Your Lyin Blue Eyes
- Your Lying Blue Eyes
- Youre Right Im Wrong Im Sorry
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John Anderson - The Ballad Of Zero And The Tramp
D A
Well they used to call him Zero cause he never made his mark
Bm G
And when he took up with a tramp like her, all the people laughed
D A
Fate just seemed to find them on a one way losing streak
Bm G
Between the two they lived their lives trapped on a dead end street
D A
Well a man gets tired of zero and a woman hates that scorn
Bm G
And if time allowed they'd make those fools wish they were never born
Chorus:
Bm D
Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Bm D
Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied
G Bm
Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
A G Bm
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet
Well the bank job wasn't easy, no, they'd left a couple dead
And when the headlines hit the stands that day, it was Zero and the tramp they said
Now it looks like they've got a man hunt for a couple of crazy kids
And they both got just what they want, it was a price upon their heads
The more they kept on runnin, the more they fell in love
Cause when you live your life outside the law, you need that kind of trust
Chorus:
Bm D
Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Bm D
Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied
G Bm
Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
A G Bm
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet
Sometimes the nights get colder and the dreams can chill your bones
And it was on a night like this that they came too close to home
They were caught up in the cross fire of a SWAT team's finest hour
And went down in a blaze of automatic fire crying hey we've really made it now
Chorus:
Bm D
Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Bm D
Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied
G Bm
Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
A G Bm
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet
D A
Well they used to call him Zero cause he never made his mark
Bm G
And when he took up with a tramp like her, all the people laughed
D A
Fate just seemed to find them on a one way losing streak
Bm G
Between the two they lived their lives trapped on a dead end street
D A
Well a man gets tired of zero and a woman hates that scorn
Bm G
And if time allowed they'd make those fools wish they were never born
Chorus:
Bm D
Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Bm D
Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied
G Bm
Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
A G Bm
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet
Well the bank job wasn't easy, no, they'd left a couple dead
And when the headlines hit the stands that day, it was Zero and the tramp they said
Now it looks like they've got a man hunt for a couple of crazy kids
And they both got just what they want, it was a price upon their heads
The more they kept on runnin, the more they fell in love
Cause when you live your life outside the law, you need that kind of trust
Chorus:
Bm D
Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Bm D
Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied
G Bm
Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
A G Bm
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet
Sometimes the nights get colder and the dreams can chill your bones
And it was on a night like this that they came too close to home
They were caught up in the cross fire of a SWAT team's finest hour
And went down in a blaze of automatic fire crying hey we've really made it now
Chorus:
Bm D
Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Bm D
Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied
G Bm
Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
A G Bm
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet
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