Biography:
Benjamin Tod is a songwriter born in Sumner County, Tennessee. His songwriting pulls from over a decade worshiping the road and the bottle.
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Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
A A A A
D D D D
E7 E7 D D
A A
[Verse 1]
A A
And I walked along and I hum a song
A A
With my barrel down in the early dawn
D D
And I flushed a hare and my primer flared
D D
And it got away and I shed a tear
E7 E7
Cause you left the same and I'm to blame
D D A
And we may never love again
[Interlude]
A A A A
D D D D
E7 E7 D D
A A
[Verse 2]
A A
And I'm cleaning up that busted truck
A A
I'd keep it but I need a buck
D D
And I reach beneath the driver seat
D D
And I found the card you made for me
E7 E7 D D A
And I never knew how pure and cruel pain could feel 'til I lost you
[Interlude]
A A A A
D D D D
E7 E7 D D
A A
[Verse 3]
A
And I've dug some graves
A
And I've laid with shame
A A
And I've cringed when folks have called my name
D D
And who I am ain't who I been
D D
I ran away when I could stand
E7
And I'm never fine
E7
And hope is blind
D D A
And you're still keeping me alive
[Outro]
A A A A
A A A A
D D D D
E7 E7 D D
A A
[Verse 1]
A A
And I walked along and I hum a song
A A
With my barrel down in the early dawn
D D
And I flushed a hare and my primer flared
D D
And it got away and I shed a tear
E7 E7
Cause you left the same and I'm to blame
D D A
And we may never love again
[Interlude]
A A A A
D D D D
E7 E7 D D
A A
[Verse 2]
A A
And I'm cleaning up that busted truck
A A
I'd keep it but I need a buck
D D
And I reach beneath the driver seat
D D
And I found the card you made for me
E7 E7 D D A
And I never knew how pure and cruel pain could feel 'til I lost you
[Interlude]
A A A A
D D D D
E7 E7 D D
A A
[Verse 3]
A
And I've dug some graves
A
And I've laid with shame
A A
And I've cringed when folks have called my name
D D
And who I am ain't who I been
D D
I ran away when I could stand
E7
And I'm never fine
E7
And hope is blind
D D A
And you're still keeping me alive
[Outro]
A A A A
