Biografía:
Nacida en Massachusetts, Lori McKenna es una cantante folk de Estados Unidos. Tras cuatro discos independientes (Paper Wings And Halos, Pieces Of Me, The Kitchen Tapes y Bittertown) McKenna fue reclutada por Faith Hill y Tim McGraw, abriendo varios de sus conciertos y sacando el disco "Unglamorous" en el 2008 a través del sello Warner.
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Otras canciones:
- A Mother Never Rests
- Afternoons
- All A Woman Wants
- All I Ever Do
- All These Things
- Always Want You
- American Revolver
- Beautiful Man
- Better With Time
- Bible Song
- Buy This Town
- Confetti
- Cowardly Lion
- Deserving Song
- Drinkin Problem
- Fake Plastic Trees
- Falter
- Fireflies
- Girl Like Me
- Giving Up On Your Hometown
- God Never Made One Of Us To Be Alone
- God Will Thank You
- Good Marriage
- Grown Up Now
- Halfway Home
- Hardly Speaking A Word
- How Romantic Is That
- How To Be Righteous
- How To Survive
- Humble And Kind
- I Know You
- If He Tried
- If Whiskey Were A Woman
- If You Ask
- Im Not Crazy
- Instead
- Its Easy When You Smile
- Jealousy
- Ladders And Parachutes
- Leaving This Life
- Like Patsy Would
- Lone Star
- Lorraine
- Love Can Put It Back Together
- Love To Be Cruel For
- Make Every Word Hurt
- Mars
- Monday Afternoon
- Mr Sunshine
- My Love Follows You Where You Go
- My Sweetheart
- Never Be Back
- Never Die Young
- Not In This Life
- Numbered Doors
- Old Men Young Women
- One Man
- Paper Wings And Halo
- Paying The Price
- People Get Old
- Pieces Of Me
- Pink Sweater
- Pour
- Rocket Science
- Rose Of Jericho
- Rubys Shoes
- Salt
- Shouting
- Silver Bus
- Smaller And Smaller
- Starlight
- Susanna
- Swallows Me Whole
- Sweet Disposition
- Take Me With You When You Go
- Thats How You Know
- The Bird And The Rifle
- The Lot Behind St Marys
- The Luxury Of Knowing
- The Most
- The Other Boys
- The Time Ive Wasted
- This Fire
- Three Kids No Husband
- Time Ive Wasted
- Time Ive Wasted On You
- Unglamorous
- We Were Cool
- Whats One More Time
- Witness To Your Life
- Would You Love Me Then
- Wreck You
- Written Permission
- You Are Loved
- You Get A Love Song
- Your Next Lover
¡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!
Lori McKenna - I Know You
CAPO: 5th Fret
[Intro]
Em
[Verse 1]
You never woke up beside a stranger
Em
But you never spent the night alone
In your jacket is a flask of Southern Comfort
Em
In your pocket you got a comb
B7
I know you
Em
I know you
[Verse 2]
You've been pushed right to the limit
Em
Lived on a lonesome road
Chopped up an old pine dresser
Em
To heat the house once in the cold
B7
I know you
Em
I know you
[Verse 3]
D C
I know where you go when you want to be alone
D
I know just how hard you work
C
And how much money you bring home
D
You love the sound of church bells
C Am
But you hate sitting in the pew
Em
Baby, I know you
[Verse 4]
D.H. Lawrence would be your favourite poet
Em
If you thought poetry was cool
You have too much pride to be a thief
Em
And just enough gut to be a fool
B7
I know you
Em
I know you
[Verse 5]
I know the sound of your thunder
Em
And I know the smell of your rain
I know every time you walk out that door
Em
You might stumble back in it again
B7
Yeah, I know you
Em
Yes I do, baby blue, I know you
[Verse 6]
D
Well, I know that you feel bad
C
For every bad thing that you do
D
You got a scar on your right cheek
C
And the fear of god embedded in you
D
Your mother had a wooden spoon
C Am
And a shamrock tattoo
Em
Baby, I know you
[Verse 7]
Well, no other woman's gonna feel beneath
Em
The skin that you are in
No other woman's gonna read your mind
Or be sorry for your sins
B7
I know you
Em
I know you
[Verse 8]
D C
I know what you look like just before you cry
D
I know how to make you sick
C
And I know how to make you die
D
The only thing I could never do
C
Is let you say goodbye
Em
Say goodbye to you
Am Em
'Cause I know you
Am B7
I know you
[Verse 9]
Em
You never woke up beside a stranger
But you never spent the night alone
Em
In your jacket is a flask of Southern Comfort
In your pocket you got a comb
CAPO: 5th Fret
[Intro]
Em
[Verse 1]
You never woke up beside a stranger
Em
But you never spent the night alone
In your jacket is a flask of Southern Comfort
Em
In your pocket you got a comb
B7
I know you
Em
I know you
[Verse 2]
You've been pushed right to the limit
Em
Lived on a lonesome road
Chopped up an old pine dresser
Em
To heat the house once in the cold
B7
I know you
Em
I know you
[Verse 3]
D C
I know where you go when you want to be alone
D
I know just how hard you work
C
And how much money you bring home
D
You love the sound of church bells
C Am
But you hate sitting in the pew
Em
Baby, I know you
[Verse 4]
D.H. Lawrence would be your favourite poet
Em
If you thought poetry was cool
You have too much pride to be a thief
Em
And just enough gut to be a fool
B7
I know you
Em
I know you
[Verse 5]
I know the sound of your thunder
Em
And I know the smell of your rain
I know every time you walk out that door
Em
You might stumble back in it again
B7
Yeah, I know you
Em
Yes I do, baby blue, I know you
[Verse 6]
D
Well, I know that you feel bad
C
For every bad thing that you do
D
You got a scar on your right cheek
C
And the fear of god embedded in you
D
Your mother had a wooden spoon
C Am
And a shamrock tattoo
Em
Baby, I know you
[Verse 7]
Well, no other woman's gonna feel beneath
Em
The skin that you are in
No other woman's gonna read your mind
Or be sorry for your sins
B7
I know you
Em
I know you
[Verse 8]
D C
I know what you look like just before you cry
D
I know how to make you sick
C
And I know how to make you die
D
The only thing I could never do
C
Is let you say goodbye
Em
Say goodbye to you
Am Em
'Cause I know you
Am B7
I know you
[Verse 9]
Em
You never woke up beside a stranger
But you never spent the night alone
Em
In your jacket is a flask of Southern Comfort
In your pocket you got a comb
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