Biography:
Danny Schmidt (born 7 October 1970) is an American singer-songwriter based in Austin, Texas, where he was born and raised. He now lives there with fellow musician and singer-songwriter Carrie Elkin. In 2007 he won the Kerrville Folk Festival New Folk award.
Schmidt started playing guitar at the age of 12. At age 20, he discovered he liked the blues after tracking the music of Jimi Hendrix back through Muddy Waters, Mississippi John Hurt, and Lightning Hopkins all the way to old country gospel and spirituals.
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[Chords]
C x32010
F 133211
G 320033
Am x02210
[Verse]
C G Am F
I always did like music and I always did like wine
C G Am F
I always liked em best when they was mine
C G Am F
I’d heard enough of Nashville to give a happy man the blues
C G Am F C G C
So I took a job for nothing as a beggar and a mule
[Pre-Chorus]
F C
And I hauled my cart and guitar
F C
And I stood outside the doors
F C
Singin’: “Listen to me, listen . . .
G G--
Won’t you listen to me, sir?
[Chorus]
C G
Well fuck that cause I’ve got too much pride
C F
Fuck that cause I got clear
C G
And fuck them that got no heart at all
F C
Or the balls to trust their ears
[Verse]
C G Am F
I sat upon the sidewalks and I saddled up my sides
C G Am F
I chewed my cud and washed it down with pride
C G Am F
Catnip and barleycorn, and made ready for the show
C G Am F C G C
Where I lost myself in stories of the hard luck and morose
[Pre-Chorus]
F C
And people pitched me pennies
F C
And they pounded on the glass
F C
Then they left to see the painted man
G G--
And I left to pack my ass
[Chorus]
C G
Well good goddamn another empty town
C F
Goddamn another shell
C G
Goddamn cause when I ride back home
F C
I’m a stranger there as well
[Verse]
C G Am F
I can’t say that they weren’t good to me, I can’t say that they weren’t kind
C G Am F
It’s more the way they weighted down my mind
C G Am F
It’s more the lack of dignity and the hustle and the hounds
C G Am F C G C
To have to take your hat off just to lay it on the ground
[Pre-Chorus]
F C
It was never for the money
F C
Or the whistles and applause
F C
And I will not tip my hat
G G--
Unless you sing me back a song
[Chorus]
C G
So God bless the sound of music
C F
God bless the golden rule
C G
That’s why all my friends are beggars
C F
And all my friends are mules
C G
That’s why all my friends are beggars
C F
And all my friends are mules
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-- Let Chord Ring
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C x32010
F 133211
G 320033
Am x02210
[Verse]
C G Am F
I always did like music and I always did like wine
C G Am F
I always liked em best when they was mine
C G Am F
I’d heard enough of Nashville to give a happy man the blues
C G Am F C G C
So I took a job for nothing as a beggar and a mule
[Pre-Chorus]
F C
And I hauled my cart and guitar
F C
And I stood outside the doors
F C
Singin’: “Listen to me, listen . . .
G G--
Won’t you listen to me, sir?
[Chorus]
C G
Well fuck that cause I’ve got too much pride
C F
Fuck that cause I got clear
C G
And fuck them that got no heart at all
F C
Or the balls to trust their ears
[Verse]
C G Am F
I sat upon the sidewalks and I saddled up my sides
C G Am F
I chewed my cud and washed it down with pride
C G Am F
Catnip and barleycorn, and made ready for the show
C G Am F C G C
Where I lost myself in stories of the hard luck and morose
[Pre-Chorus]
F C
And people pitched me pennies
F C
And they pounded on the glass
F C
Then they left to see the painted man
G G--
And I left to pack my ass
[Chorus]
C G
Well good goddamn another empty town
C F
Goddamn another shell
C G
Goddamn cause when I ride back home
F C
I’m a stranger there as well
[Verse]
C G Am F
I can’t say that they weren’t good to me, I can’t say that they weren’t kind
C G Am F
It’s more the way they weighted down my mind
C G Am F
It’s more the lack of dignity and the hustle and the hounds
C G Am F C G C
To have to take your hat off just to lay it on the ground
[Pre-Chorus]
F C
It was never for the money
F C
Or the whistles and applause
F C
And I will not tip my hat
G G--
Unless you sing me back a song
[Chorus]
C G
So God bless the sound of music
C F
God bless the golden rule
C G
That’s why all my friends are beggars
C F
And all my friends are mules
C G
That’s why all my friends are beggars
C F
And all my friends are mules
**************************************
-- Let Chord Ring
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