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#1 The Moonlighters were an American rock and roll group with singer and guitarist Curtis Wren and guitarist Joe Snyder. They recorded in 1958 "Rock-A-Bayou Baby" and "Broken Heart".
#2 The Moonlighters a 1920s & '30s jazz-themed group fronted by Bliss Blood, formed in 1998. The Moonlighters have released 4 cds on their own label, Onliest Records, and released a 5th cd on WorldSound Records on July 14, 2009, and have toured Germany four times.
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¡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!
[Intro]
B Em Am B Em Am C B Em
[Verse 1]
Em Am
It's a dirt road life down at dusty road
B Em
Each morning I watch the sunrise.
Em Am
Old dirt road factoried at home,
B Em
Beneath the ashy black smoke-filled skies.
B Em
Dirt road life and as I walk alone the jet gets in my eyes
B Em
it folds me like a dusty cloak of cope it seems to choke my very soul.
[Chorus]
E Am Em
And I can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
B Em
but it's stuck there inside like a scar on my heart
Am Em
can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
F# B
but it's stuck there inside like a scar...
[Verse 2]
Em Am
In the dirt road is my life in the dust and grime
B Em
one footprint at a time in the dust and grime.
Em Am
Home to the factory through the plight,
B Em
each step a sigh and a silent night.
B
And the factory's lights a thousand sightless sites
Em
they stare into my soul.
B
Thus they'll forever never see my plight,
Em
they'll only see the blackness there.
[Chorus]
E Am Em
Deep inside and I can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
B Em
but it's stuck there inside like a scar on my heart.
Am Em
Can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
F# B
but it's stuck there inside like a scar...
B Em Am B Em Am C B Em
[Verse 1]
Em Am
It's a dirt road life down at dusty road
B Em
Each morning I watch the sunrise.
Em Am
Old dirt road factoried at home,
B Em
Beneath the ashy black smoke-filled skies.
B Em
Dirt road life and as I walk alone the jet gets in my eyes
B Em
it folds me like a dusty cloak of cope it seems to choke my very soul.
[Chorus]
E Am Em
And I can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
B Em
but it's stuck there inside like a scar on my heart
Am Em
can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
F# B
but it's stuck there inside like a scar...
[Verse 2]
Em Am
In the dirt road is my life in the dust and grime
B Em
one footprint at a time in the dust and grime.
Em Am
Home to the factory through the plight,
B Em
each step a sigh and a silent night.
B
And the factory's lights a thousand sightless sites
Em
they stare into my soul.
B
Thus they'll forever never see my plight,
Em
they'll only see the blackness there.
[Chorus]
E Am Em
Deep inside and I can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
B Em
but it's stuck there inside like a scar on my heart.
Am Em
Can't wash it up because I've tried and I've cried
F# B
but it's stuck there inside like a scar...
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