Biography:
Robbie Fulks is an alt country artist originally from Raleigh, North Carolina but is a longtime Chicago, Illinois resident. He has been active for many years and is still recording and performing music. Fulks is known for his disdain of mainstream modern country and the country music industry, as exemplified by his scorching rebuke of Nashville titled "Fuck This Town." His live performances feature improvised rearrangments of his original songs, off-the-cuff musical humor, and covers of songs by Michael Jackson and Cher, among others.
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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!
Robbie Fulks The Buck Starts Here written By Robbie Fulks
E B E
E A
I never knew this place had so much empty space
E
Until tonight
B7
When you walked right out the door
E A
And so I walked to our bedside and pulled out that 45
E B7 E
That laid for years behind our chest of drawers
E
At first it looked too worn to play,
A
The label all but washed away
E B7
Then I made out the name of my old friend
E
Thirty years and a scratch or two
A
But when the needle hit the groove
E B7 E
I knew it was crying time again
A
The Buck starts here
E
With Hank sure to follow
B7
Turn him up loud and clear
A E
He's singing my sorrow
A
Let the sad songs roll on
E
Through a house filled with tears
B7
Where the good times is gone
E
The Buck starts here
E
The people in the house next door
A
think I'm tearing up the floor
E
It's half past four
B
My lights are burning bright
E
But this occasion's no big deal
A
It's just some boys from Bakersfield
E B7 E
Who came around to help me through the night
A
The Buck starts here
E
With Hank sure to follow
B7
Turn him up loud and clear
A E
He's singing my sorrow
A
Let the sad songs roll on
E
Through a house filled with tears
B7
Where the good times is gone
E
The Buck starts here
E B E
E A
I never knew this place had so much empty space
E
Until tonight
B7
When you walked right out the door
E A
And so I walked to our bedside and pulled out that 45
E B7 E
That laid for years behind our chest of drawers
E
At first it looked too worn to play,
A
The label all but washed away
E B7
Then I made out the name of my old friend
E
Thirty years and a scratch or two
A
But when the needle hit the groove
E B7 E
I knew it was crying time again
A
The Buck starts here
E
With Hank sure to follow
B7
Turn him up loud and clear
A E
He's singing my sorrow
A
Let the sad songs roll on
E
Through a house filled with tears
B7
Where the good times is gone
E
The Buck starts here
E
The people in the house next door
A
think I'm tearing up the floor
E
It's half past four
B
My lights are burning bright
E
But this occasion's no big deal
A
It's just some boys from Bakersfield
E B7 E
Who came around to help me through the night
A
The Buck starts here
E
With Hank sure to follow
B7
Turn him up loud and clear
A E
He's singing my sorrow
A
Let the sad songs roll on
E
Through a house filled with tears
B7
Where the good times is gone
E
The Buck starts here
