Biography:
Hot Buttered Rum lives for songs. Songs to sing in the shower. Songs to crank through your earbuds at the DMV. Songs to name your babies after, and then make more babies to. The band’s three songwriters — Aaron Redner, Nat Keefe and Erik Yates — spin tales about the good times, the bad times, and the roads in between, and belt them from the heart in three-part harmony. Bryan Horne’s athletic standup bass and Lucas Carlton’s tasteful percussion combine with the acoustic instruments to create what is California’s own acoustic music.
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Other songs:
Hot Buttered Rum - Blackberry Pie
F
I wrote this song with no eraser
Am C
Now she's gone and the boys will chase her
G C
Shine your light, shine your light on me
F
Way up high in the meadow
Am C
I can see an urban ghetto
G C
Shine your light, shine your light on me
F
Yellow brick road made of gravel
Am C
Battle scars earned in battle
G C
Shine your light, shine your light on me.
F
Eagle cries "Glory, Glory"
Am C
A distant ship, another story
G C
Shine your light, shine your light on me
G F C
Shine your light; shine your sweet sweet light
Am D G
It's all a poor boy can do to try and see
Am G F C
Shine your light, I'll take everything in sight
Am G F C
'Cause I ain't feeling right and wrong far away.
F
Yes every friend's first a stranger
Am C
Make amends with your Savior
G C
Shine your light, shine your light on me
F
UFO's and crop formations
Am C
A different take on creation
G C
Shine your light, shine your light on me.
G F C
Shine your light; shine your sweet sweet light
Am D G
It's all a poor boy can do to try and see
Am G F C
Shine your light, I'll take everything in sight
Am G F C
'Cause I ain't feeling right and wrong any more.
F
Yes, hide your head, Chicken Little
Am C
If I'm not dead i'm gonna play the fiddle
G C
Shine your light, shine your light on me.
F
Blackberry pie made with butter
Am C
I wipe my eyes, find another
G C
Shine your light, Shine your light on me.
G F C
Shine your light; shine your sweet sweet light
Am D G
It's all a poor boy can do to try and see
Am G F C
Shine your light, I'll take everything in sight
Am G F C
'Cause I ain't feeling right and wrong ain't far away,
Am G F C
'Cause I ain't feeling right and wrong....
F
I wrote this song with no eraser
Am C
Now she's gone and the boys will chase her
G C
Shine your light, shine your light on me
F
Way up high in the meadow
Am C
I can see an urban ghetto
G C
Shine your light, shine your light on me
F
Yellow brick road made of gravel
Am C
Battle scars earned in battle
G C
Shine your light, shine your light on me.
F
Eagle cries "Glory, Glory"
Am C
A distant ship, another story
G C
Shine your light, shine your light on me
G F C
Shine your light; shine your sweet sweet light
Am D G
It's all a poor boy can do to try and see
Am G F C
Shine your light, I'll take everything in sight
Am G F C
'Cause I ain't feeling right and wrong far away.
F
Yes every friend's first a stranger
Am C
Make amends with your Savior
G C
Shine your light, shine your light on me
F
UFO's and crop formations
Am C
A different take on creation
G C
Shine your light, shine your light on me.
G F C
Shine your light; shine your sweet sweet light
Am D G
It's all a poor boy can do to try and see
Am G F C
Shine your light, I'll take everything in sight
Am G F C
'Cause I ain't feeling right and wrong any more.
F
Yes, hide your head, Chicken Little
Am C
If I'm not dead i'm gonna play the fiddle
G C
Shine your light, shine your light on me.
F
Blackberry pie made with butter
Am C
I wipe my eyes, find another
G C
Shine your light, Shine your light on me.
G F C
Shine your light; shine your sweet sweet light
Am D G
It's all a poor boy can do to try and see
Am G F C
Shine your light, I'll take everything in sight
Am G F C
'Cause I ain't feeling right and wrong ain't far away,
Am G F C
'Cause I ain't feeling right and wrong....
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