Country-rock alternativo desde Denton, Texas. Formados en 1992 por el cantante y guitarrista Brent Best, acompañado del guitarrista Jess Barr, el bajista Brian Lane y el baterista Tony Harper, toman su nombre de una chucheria para perros. En 1995 autoeditan el lp Crow Pot Pie, fichando tras el éxito del mismo con Doolittle Records. En 1997 editan otro album, Barrel Chested. Everything You Thought Was Right Was Wrong Today, se edita en 2000. Producidos por Don Smith (Bob Dylan
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
#------------------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may # #Only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research..............................# # From [email protected] June 18, 2001, Transcribed by Rogerh.............................#
Little Drunk Fists By Slobberbone Written by Brent Best From the Album: Barrel Chested www.slobberbone.com
This is one of my favorite songs on the album (heck, I love them all to be honest)
Intro:
DADADAGD
(D)Little drunk (A)fists across the (D)tip of my (A)chin (D)Guess I should have (A)known that they'd (G)be there (D)again
(D)Little Drunk (A)fists across the (D)width of my(A) jaw (D)gets sometimes to where (A)I just don't feel them at (D)all
(G)That's (D)ok (G)I can wait (D)another day (G)for these (D)stupid concessions to be (E)made (G)you weren't (D)to blame for (G)checkin johnny walker's (D)name on the (G)policeman's (D)notebook when (E)he came
Little drunk fists need some to their own went out to meet some friends but ended up all alone
Little drunk fists find and pick up the phone but fumble on the numbers when they try to dial home
That's ok I can wait another day for these stupid concessions to be made You weren't to blame for checkin for johnny walker's name on the policeman's notebook when he came
Little drunk fists raised for just one more round end up buying six when the fifth hit the ground
Little baby fists touch my face, clutch my nose but they'd rather touch their mothers but she don't know
Little drunk fists drove the car home last night turned left on oak street when they should have turned right