Biography:
Town Mountain is an American bluegrass band from Asheville, North Carolina.
The band occupies the common ground between traditional bluegrass, outlaw country, and pure old time mountain music. It's a group that harnesses the frantic energy of the modern punk string band, yet still remains respectfully rooted in the tradition of Bill Monroe. The band has one foot proudly planted in the path of traditional bluegrass, and one foot stepping out into the unknown forefront of American string music.
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Get it Rip
Dm
Well here is your left hand and there is your right
A
Years from driving nails and railroad spikes
D G
That hammers heavy, what does it weigh
A Dm
and a hard working man swings one every day
D
There is your right hand and here is your left
A
They both put the good years to home, that you can bet
Dm G
Writting them songs and playing on em strings
A Dm
Thinking about the good stuff, its gunna bring
A Dm
Yes its bad, when you aint at home
A Dm
Many miles from a paid telephone
G
No one even know my name
Dm
And all you despise and be the same
Dm
Well here comes the mailman and there goes your bills
A
They pill up all your promises to capital hill
D G
Regardless what you work at you do tend to this thing
A Dm
They promise you a good life, man you aint still seen one
D Dm
Well it aint still bad, when you aint at home
A Dm
Many miles from a paid telephone
G
Someday theyll all know your name
Dm
And all you despise and be the same
Dm
Well now, here is your left, lift and hold it in a fist
A
Cover up that ass you have written on your chest
Dm G
Youre only here a moment and I know who you are
A Dm
Even if youve become some big ol superstar
A Dm
Yes its bad, when you aint at home
A Dm
Everywhere you go you always feel alone
G
You all dont even know my name
Dm
And all you despise and be the same
Dm
Well here is your left hand and there is your right
A
Years from driving nails and railroad spikes
Dm G
That hammers heavy, what does it weigh
A Dm
A hard working man swings one everyday
A Dm
Yes its bad, when you aint at home
A Dm
Everywhere you go you always feel alone
G
You all dont even know my name
Dm
And all you despise and be the same
Dm
And all you despise and be the same
Dm
Well here is your left hand and there is your right
A
Years from driving nails and railroad spikes
D G
That hammers heavy, what does it weigh
A Dm
and a hard working man swings one every day
D
There is your right hand and here is your left
A
They both put the good years to home, that you can bet
Dm G
Writting them songs and playing on em strings
A Dm
Thinking about the good stuff, its gunna bring
A Dm
Yes its bad, when you aint at home
A Dm
Many miles from a paid telephone
G
No one even know my name
Dm
And all you despise and be the same
Dm
Well here comes the mailman and there goes your bills
A
They pill up all your promises to capital hill
D G
Regardless what you work at you do tend to this thing
A Dm
They promise you a good life, man you aint still seen one
D Dm
Well it aint still bad, when you aint at home
A Dm
Many miles from a paid telephone
G
Someday theyll all know your name
Dm
And all you despise and be the same
Dm
Well now, here is your left, lift and hold it in a fist
A
Cover up that ass you have written on your chest
Dm G
Youre only here a moment and I know who you are
A Dm
Even if youve become some big ol superstar
A Dm
Yes its bad, when you aint at home
A Dm
Everywhere you go you always feel alone
G
You all dont even know my name
Dm
And all you despise and be the same
Dm
Well here is your left hand and there is your right
A
Years from driving nails and railroad spikes
Dm G
That hammers heavy, what does it weigh
A Dm
A hard working man swings one everyday
A Dm
Yes its bad, when you aint at home
A Dm
Everywhere you go you always feel alone
G
You all dont even know my name
Dm
And all you despise and be the same
Dm
And all you despise and be the same
Toy Box
Toy Caldwell
TQ
TQX
TR/ST (Trust)
Tracy Byrd
Tracy Grammer
Tracy Lawrence
TRACY STARR
Trade Mark