Biografía:
Brian Johannesen is a Nashville, TN-based songwriter and singer. Originally from Iowa City, IA by way of Chicago, IL, Johannesen’s music blends the rich Americana traditions of the Midwest and the South. Raised on a steady diet of Bruce Springsteen and Alabama, Johannesen blends this musical foundation with the music he has grown to love as an adult, including Gillian Welch, Steve Earle, and Hank Williams. Johannesen’s lyrics and melodies evoke common themes of whiskey
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Lucky Strike Cigarettes
by Brian Johannesen
G D C
Well I used to smoke Turkish Gold cigarettes,
G D Em
I was only sixteen.
G D C
Sucked ‘em down like soda pop and Ritalin,
G D Em C G
Driving 'round thinking we were kings of the punk scene.
G D C
I had a girl and her name was Evelyn,
G D Em
Short little hairdo.
G D C
Come over every weekend on Saturday,
G D Em C G
Never had a clue the kind of mess I was into.
G D C
Yeah, I used to like Lucky Strike cigarettes,
G D Em
Coming up on eighteen.
G D C
Sold my guitar, I was sick of it,
G D Em C G
Never won the heart of a beautiful prom queen.
G D C
And I was sitting on a bridge on the overpass,
G D Em
With a bottle of Jim Beam.
G D C
Talking how that feeling could never last,
G D Em C G
Moving on baby, is part of the in-between.
[Bridge]
C G
I bought the patch.
C D
Fought it off trying to make it last.
C G
But it never did work,
C G C G
I just switched to a different brand.
G D C
So I’m sitting with a Parliament cigarette,
G D Em
Somewhere in my twenties.
G D C
Thinking bout a bottle of Templeton,
G D Em C G
Talking bout nothing on a Tennessee porch swing.
G D C
Got a pack of 27s in the glove box,
G D Em
Waiting on a hard rain.
G D C
Racing up that interstate blacktop,
G D Em C G
South Dakota thunder is a’ calling out my name.
G D Em C G
Oh, South Dakota thunder is calling out my name.
by Brian Johannesen
G D C
Well I used to smoke Turkish Gold cigarettes,
G D Em
I was only sixteen.
G D C
Sucked ‘em down like soda pop and Ritalin,
G D Em C G
Driving 'round thinking we were kings of the punk scene.
G D C
I had a girl and her name was Evelyn,
G D Em
Short little hairdo.
G D C
Come over every weekend on Saturday,
G D Em C G
Never had a clue the kind of mess I was into.
G D C
Yeah, I used to like Lucky Strike cigarettes,
G D Em
Coming up on eighteen.
G D C
Sold my guitar, I was sick of it,
G D Em C G
Never won the heart of a beautiful prom queen.
G D C
And I was sitting on a bridge on the overpass,
G D Em
With a bottle of Jim Beam.
G D C
Talking how that feeling could never last,
G D Em C G
Moving on baby, is part of the in-between.
[Bridge]
C G
I bought the patch.
C D
Fought it off trying to make it last.
C G
But it never did work,
C G C G
I just switched to a different brand.
G D C
So I’m sitting with a Parliament cigarette,
G D Em
Somewhere in my twenties.
G D C
Thinking bout a bottle of Templeton,
G D Em C G
Talking bout nothing on a Tennessee porch swing.
G D C
Got a pack of 27s in the glove box,
G D Em
Waiting on a hard rain.
G D C
Racing up that interstate blacktop,
G D Em C G
South Dakota thunder is a’ calling out my name.
G D Em C G
Oh, South Dakota thunder is calling out my name.
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