Biography:
The Band of Heathens are an Americana band from Austin, Texas.
The three principal songwriters - Colin Brooks, Ed Jurdi and Gordy Quist - shared the bill at Momo's, an Austin club. Originally, each singer/songwriter performed his own set. However, they eventually started sharing the stage, and collaborating together with bassist Seth Whitney. The Wednesday night series was billed as "The Good Time Supper Club". A misprint in a local paper billed the act as "The Heathens." In 2007, drummer John Chipman joined the band.
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G
Steam risin' off of the river at the break of day
G Am
Light creepin' into Room 218 at the Beaujolais
C
Left you crawlin' 'cross the floor
Am
Head ringin', your eyes so sore
G D Am
Bloodshot, drownin', while you down another bottle away
G
The ashtray is overflowin', it's full of gray days
G Am
The devil that you knew one time, may be the devil you save
C
Get up and find your shoes
Am
There're some things that you just don't lose
G D G G7
The street's been creepin' with the barefootin' blues for days
C G
Call me from the second line
C G
Pour us up some cheap French wine
C G Am
Pick up your feet; leave your blues fadin' to gray
C D G
Come on now cut your soul loose, the second line's dancin' away
G
There's a crowd down under the window in a big parade
G Am
They got a brass band dancin' in front, oh, umbrellas they wave
C
They gonna shake it 'til the sun come down
Am
They just laid old Moses deep in the ground
G D G G7
Get yourself together an' walk yourself right out of your grave
C G
Call me from the second line
C G
Pour us up some cheap French wine
C G Am
Pick up your feet; leave your blues fadin' to gray
C G
You got to rise up and put on your hat
C G
You ain't good, but you ain't that bad
C G Am
The dirge is over; the band's just beginnin' to play
C D G Am
Come on now, cut your soul loose, the second line's dancin' away
C D G
Cut your soul loose, the second line's dancin' away
Steam risin' off of the river at the break of day
G Am
Light creepin' into Room 218 at the Beaujolais
C
Left you crawlin' 'cross the floor
Am
Head ringin', your eyes so sore
G D Am
Bloodshot, drownin', while you down another bottle away
G
The ashtray is overflowin', it's full of gray days
G Am
The devil that you knew one time, may be the devil you save
C
Get up and find your shoes
Am
There're some things that you just don't lose
G D G G7
The street's been creepin' with the barefootin' blues for days
C G
Call me from the second line
C G
Pour us up some cheap French wine
C G Am
Pick up your feet; leave your blues fadin' to gray
C D G
Come on now cut your soul loose, the second line's dancin' away
G
There's a crowd down under the window in a big parade
G Am
They got a brass band dancin' in front, oh, umbrellas they wave
C
They gonna shake it 'til the sun come down
Am
They just laid old Moses deep in the ground
G D G G7
Get yourself together an' walk yourself right out of your grave
C G
Call me from the second line
C G
Pour us up some cheap French wine
C G Am
Pick up your feet; leave your blues fadin' to gray
C G
You got to rise up and put on your hat
C G
You ain't good, but you ain't that bad
C G Am
The dirge is over; the band's just beginnin' to play
C D G Am
Come on now, cut your soul loose, the second line's dancin' away
C D G
Cut your soul loose, the second line's dancin' away
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