Biografía:
A The Devil Makes Three é um banda estadunidense, de Santa Cruz, Califórnia. Surgiu em 2002 e é conhecida por tocar um som bem interessante, diferente. Eles desempenham um tipo de música acústica conhecida por alguns como o Punk Folk, que engloba uma mistura de Bluegrass, old time music, Country, Folk, Blues, Jazz, Ragtime e Rockabilly. A banda é formada pelo guitarrista Pete Bernhard, a contrabaixista Lucia Turino e o guitarrista e tocador de banjo Cooper McBean.
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Otras canciones:
- A Moment's Rest
- All Hail
- Cheap Reward
- Do Wrong Right
- Gracefully Face Down
- Graveyard
- Ol Number Seven
- Ten Feet Tall
- The Bullet
- They Call That Religion
- A Moments Rest
- Aces And Twos
- Bad Idea
- Bangor Mash
- Beneath The Piano
- Car Wreck
- Chained To The Couch
- Chains Are Broken
- Champagne And Reefer
- Chase The Feeling
- Dragging Chains
- For Good Again
- For My Family
- Forty Days
- Goodbye Old Friend
- Gracefully Facedown
- Hallelu
- Hand Back Down
- Help Yourself
- I Gotta Get Drunk
- Im Gonna Get High
- Johnson Family
- Judgement Day
- Man Tap
- Mr Midnight
- Native Son
- Never Learn
- Nobodys Dirty Business
- North Carolina
- Old Number 7
- Paint My Face
- Poison Trees
- River Deep
- Robot
- Shades
- Spinning Like A Top
- St James
- Statesboro Blues
- Stranger
- The Angel Of Death
- The Plank
- Therell Be A Jubilee
- To The Hilt
- Tow
- Uncle Harveys Plane
- What Would You Give In Exchange For Your Soul
- Working Mans Blues
¡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!
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Well, I went down to Old Joe's Barroom
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Down on the corner by the square
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They were serving drinks as usual
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Oh, the usual crowd was there
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In the corner sat Big Joe McKenzie
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His eyes were blood shot red
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And as he turned to address the crowd around him
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These were the very words that he said:
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Well I went down to St James Infirmary
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To see my baby there
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She was laid out on that long white table
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So cold, so pale, so fair
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Let her go, let her go, God bless her
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Where ever she may be
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Let her search that whole wide world over
C E Am
Never find a man as sweet as me
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She'll never find a man as sweet as me
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When I die, won't you bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Am Dm Am
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch hand
C E Am
So the gang'll know I died standing pat
Am Dm Am
I want six crapshooters for pallbearers
Am Dm C E
Pretty gals sing me a song
Am Dm Am
I want a jazz band on my hearse wagon
C E Am
To raise Hell as we roll 'long
Am Dm Am
Won't you roll out that rubber tarmac
Am Dm C E
Thirteen men go down to that old graveyard
Am Dm Am
There's only twelve of them men coming back
Am Dm Am
Now that you heard my story
Am Dm C E
Have another shot of the booze
Am Dm Am
Anything anybody should ask
C E Am
I got the St James Infirmary blues
C E Am
I got the St James Infirmary blues
Well, I went down to Old Joe's Barroom
Am Dm C E
Down on the corner by the square
Am Dm Am
They were serving drinks as usual
C E Am
Oh, the usual crowd was there
Am Dm Am
In the corner sat Big Joe McKenzie
Am Dm C E
His eyes were blood shot red
Am Dm Am
And as he turned to address the crowd around him
C E Am
These were the very words that he said:
(Speed up strumming down up down pattern)
Am Dm Am
Well I went down to St James Infirmary
Am Dm C E
To see my baby there
Am Dm Am
She was laid out on that long white table
C E Am
So cold, so pale, so fair
Am Dm Am
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Am Dm C E
Where ever she may be
Am Dm Am
Let her search that whole wide world over
C E Am
Never find a man as sweet as me
Am Dm Am
She'll never find a man as sweet as me
Am Dm C E
When I die, won't you bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Am Dm Am
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch hand
C E Am
So the gang'll know I died standing pat
Am Dm Am
I want six crapshooters for pallbearers
Am Dm C E
Pretty gals sing me a song
Am Dm Am
I want a jazz band on my hearse wagon
C E Am
To raise Hell as we roll 'long
Am Dm Am
Won't you roll out that rubber tarmac
Am Dm C E
Thirteen men go down to that old graveyard
Am Dm Am
There's only twelve of them men coming back
Am Dm Am
Now that you heard my story
Am Dm C E
Have another shot of the booze
Am Dm Am
Anything anybody should ask
C E Am
I got the St James Infirmary blues
C E Am
I got the St James Infirmary blues
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