Biography:
The Weeks are an indie rock band originally from Jackson, Mississippi.
The band was formed by Cain Barnes, Chaz Lindsay, Cyle Barnes, Damien Bone, and Samuel Williams in March of 2006 when they were between 14 and 16 years old. The band signed to the Esperanza Plantation label, with the debut album, Comeback Cadillac, released in July 2008. The album blended southern rock and alternative.
A second album, Rumspringa, followed in 2009. After some lineup changes that left them with a four piece of the Barnes twins
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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!
Really rough version, Just the first verse and chorus.
Hoping someone can use this as a template to make a more accurate one!
Brilliant song by a brilliant band, enjoy! Any feedback welcome, thanks.
C
Well I trace shapes in clouds and I saw things I've never seen
Dm
We move like renegades down interstates reload their magazine
C
Almost killed us in that city it was far too close to call
Dm
So we put money in the bags rip wanted posters off the wall
C
Say I`m wanted for a murder of a man I've never seen
Dm
They say I shot him dead, one to his head, somewhere in Holly Springs
C
May have killed a man before not the one that they exclaim
G
They`ll see the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang
C/G E F/C
Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood
Am
Still pumping blood
C/G E F/C
Well I'll bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud
Am
Mississippi mud
C/G E F/C
Oh and if my southern lungs won't let me breath
Am
Won't let me breath
C/G E
Then I'll wait for the cicadas and I`ll let them push it out for me
Hoping someone can use this as a template to make a more accurate one!
Brilliant song by a brilliant band, enjoy! Any feedback welcome, thanks.
C
Well I trace shapes in clouds and I saw things I've never seen
Dm
We move like renegades down interstates reload their magazine
C
Almost killed us in that city it was far too close to call
Dm
So we put money in the bags rip wanted posters off the wall
C
Say I`m wanted for a murder of a man I've never seen
Dm
They say I shot him dead, one to his head, somewhere in Holly Springs
C
May have killed a man before not the one that they exclaim
G
They`ll see the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang
C/G E F/C
Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood
Am
Still pumping blood
C/G E F/C
Well I'll bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud
Am
Mississippi mud
C/G E F/C
Oh and if my southern lungs won't let me breath
Am
Won't let me breath
C/G E
Then I'll wait for the cicadas and I`ll let them push it out for me
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