Biografía:
Tracy Darrell "Trace" Adkins (nascido em 13 de janeiro de 1962) é um artista estado-unidense de música country. Ele fez seu début em 1996 com o álbum Dreamin' Out Loud, lançado pela Capitol Records Nashville. Desde então, Adkins lançou mais sete álbuns de estúdio e duas compilações greatest hits. Em adição, ele teve mais de vinte canções nas paradas de música country da Billboard, incluindo os sucessos "(This Ain't) No Thinkin' Thing"
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Otras canciones:
- You're Gonna Miss This
- Til The Last Shot’s Fired
- A Bad Way Of Saying Goodbye
- Aint No Thinkin Thing
- Aint No Woman Like You
- All I Ask For Anymore
- And There Was You
- Arlington
- Babys Gone
- Between The Rainbows And The Rain
- Bring It On
- Chrome
- Comin On Strong
- Dont Lie
- Dreamin Out Loud
- Eleven Roses
- Every Light In The House
- Fightin Words
- Find Me A Preacher
- For The Rest Of Mine
- Give Me You
- Happy Man
- Heard It In A Love Song
- Hell I Can Do That
- Help Me Understand
- High
- Hillbilly Rich
- Hold My Beer
- Hold You Now
- Honky Tonk Badonkadonk
- I Came Here To Live
- I Cant Outrun You
- I Left Something Turned On At Home
- I Sure Hate To Break Down Here
- I Wanna Feel Something
- I Wish It Was You
- Id Sure Hate To Break Down Here
- If The Sun Comes Up
- Im Payin For It Now
- Im Tryin
- It Was You
- Jesus And Jones
- Just Fishin
- Ladies Love Country Boys
- Legs
- Lets Do That Again
- Lonely Wont Leave Me Alone
- Love Me Like No Tomorrow
- Marry For Money
- Million Dollar View
- More
- Muddy Water
- My Heaven
- Once Upon A Fool Ago
- Poor Folks
- Semper Fi
- Snowball In El Paso
- Something Turned On At Home
- Songs About Me
- Still A Soldier
- Sweet
- Thankful Man
- Thats What You Get
- The Rest Of Mine
- Then Came The Night
- Then I Wake Up
- Then They Do
- Theres A Girl In Texas
- This Aint No Love Song
- This Aint No Thinkin Thing
- This Old Grey Coat
- Til The Last Shots Fired
- Till The Last Shots Fired
- Tough People Do
- Twenty
- Watch The World End
- Watered Down
- Wayfarin Stranger
- Wayfaring Stranger
- When I Stop Lovin You
- When I Stop Loving You
- Wish It Was You
- Youre Gonna Miss This
¡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!
There is a lot of picking in this song (not much strumming) not to mention a
plethora of other instruments giving an overwhelming and eerie effect to
the music. But I tried to find the chords as best I could in the'
conglomeration of instruments.
Intro:
F#m Dsus4
|---------|-2-------------------|-0-------|
|---------|-2---pick individual-|-2-------|
|---------|-2---strings after---|-3-------| x2
|------2--|-4---the downbeat----|-0-------|
|--2-4----|-4-------------------|-0-------|
|---------|-2-------------------|-x-------|
Verse 1
F#m F#m/E D D/E D/F#
I was there in the winter of '64, camped in the ice at Nashville's door.
A A/G# F#m E E/C# D
Three-hundred miles our trail had led, we barely had time to bury our dead.
D E E E/C# D
When the yankees charged and the colors fell, Overton Hill was a living hell.
D E
When we called retreat it was almost dark,
E E/C# Dmaj7
I died with a grape-shot in my heart.
Chorus
D E F#m D D/C# Esus4 E
Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.
D E F#m D D/C# Esus4 E
Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun.
Bm Bm/C# D
Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired,
D D/E F#m E
but I can't come home til the last shot's fired.
Verse 2
F#m F#m/E D D D/E D/F#
In June of 1944, I waded in the blood of Omaha's shore.
A A/G# F#m E E/C# D
Twenty-one and scared to death, my heart poundin' in my chest.
D E E E/C# D
I almost made the first sea wall, when my friends turned and saw me fall.
D E
I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud,
E E/C# Dmaj7
as I lay there dying from a loss of blood.
Chorus
Interlude
D E
I'm in the fields of Vietnam, the mountains of Afghanistan,
D E
And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin' I did not die in vain.
Chorus (reprise)
D E F#m D D/C# Esus4 E
Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.
D E F#m D D/C# Esus4 E
Set our spirits free, let us lay down our guns.
Bm Bm/C# D
Sweet Mother Mary, We're so tired,
D D/E F#m
but We can't come home til the last shot's fired.
D F#m D
Til the Last Shot's Fired.
[closing chorus is a cappella]
plethora of other instruments giving an overwhelming and eerie effect to
the music. But I tried to find the chords as best I could in the'
conglomeration of instruments.
Intro:
F#m Dsus4
|---------|-2-------------------|-0-------|
|---------|-2---pick individual-|-2-------|
|---------|-2---strings after---|-3-------| x2
|------2--|-4---the downbeat----|-0-------|
|--2-4----|-4-------------------|-0-------|
|---------|-2-------------------|-x-------|
Verse 1
F#m F#m/E D D/E D/F#
I was there in the winter of '64, camped in the ice at Nashville's door.
A A/G# F#m E E/C# D
Three-hundred miles our trail had led, we barely had time to bury our dead.
D E E E/C# D
When the yankees charged and the colors fell, Overton Hill was a living hell.
D E
When we called retreat it was almost dark,
E E/C# Dmaj7
I died with a grape-shot in my heart.
Chorus
D E F#m D D/C# Esus4 E
Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.
D E F#m D D/C# Esus4 E
Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun.
Bm Bm/C# D
Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired,
D D/E F#m E
but I can't come home til the last shot's fired.
Verse 2
F#m F#m/E D D D/E D/F#
In June of 1944, I waded in the blood of Omaha's shore.
A A/G# F#m E E/C# D
Twenty-one and scared to death, my heart poundin' in my chest.
D E E E/C# D
I almost made the first sea wall, when my friends turned and saw me fall.
D E
I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud,
E E/C# Dmaj7
as I lay there dying from a loss of blood.
Chorus
Interlude
D E
I'm in the fields of Vietnam, the mountains of Afghanistan,
D E
And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin' I did not die in vain.
Chorus (reprise)
D E F#m D D/C# Esus4 E
Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.
D E F#m D D/C# Esus4 E
Set our spirits free, let us lay down our guns.
Bm Bm/C# D
Sweet Mother Mary, We're so tired,
D D/E F#m
but We can't come home til the last shot's fired.
D F#m D
Til the Last Shot's Fired.
[closing chorus is a cappella]
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