Biografía:
Banda joven formada por:
Cody Cannon - Voces, Guitarra Acustica
Cody Tate - Guitarra Solista, coros, Guitarra Ritmica
John Jeffers - Guitarra Ritmica, Coros, Guitarra Solista
Gary Brown - Bajo
Jeff Hogg- Bateria.
Oriundos de un pequeño pueblo de Texas, sus influencias son bastante evidentes y claras: Southern Rock y música de raices americana. Whiskey Myers mezcla blues rock con moderno Texas Country al igual que bandas como Reckless Kelly, Randy Rogers y Cross Canadian Ragweed.
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Otras canciones:
- American Outlaws
- Anna Marie
- Ballad Of A Southern Man
- Bar Guitar And A Honky Tonk Crowd
- Broken Window Serenade
- Colloquy
- Dogwood
- Dyin For Tonight
- Early Morning Shakes
- Good Ole Days
- Guitar Picker
- Hank
- Lonely East Texas Nights
- Lonely East Tx Nights
- Mud
- Old Broke Guitar Picker
- Reckoning
- Shelter From The Rain
- Song For You
- Stone
- Summer 2005
- Trailer We Call Home
- Turn It Up
- Virginia
- Where The Sun Dont Shine
¡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!
Artist: Whiskey Myers
Song: Old Broke Guitar Picker
Alright i tabbed this thing out by ear so if it isn't perfect please let me know,
i appreciate feed back from ya'll, you can reach me at [email protected]
Riff 1
e|----------------------|
B|----------------------|
G|----------------------|
D|----------------------|
A|-------2-5-4-3-2------|
E|-0-3-4----------------|
Intro: Em, G, A
Em G
I remember back when I was sixteen
A
I was sittin' there just my pops and me
G
when his friend walked up in a cowboy hat
A Em
said I like what your doin but it ain't worth sap
G
I see this road will leave you cold and alone
A Em
old and broke and a bag of bones
G
so you better take heed to the words i say
A
stay right clear of that lost highway
Chorus:
G A Em
I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high
G A Em (Riff 1)
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G A Em
guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
Em G
Holes in my clothes and holes in my shoes
A Em
and a hole in the heart, thats why I'm singin' the blues
G
put my change in my pocket but it's all gone
A Em
and everything that i do it seems to be wrong
G
so now I'm broke I'm back on the street
A
with a guitar case infront of Drake and me
Em G
so you better listen up cause it ain't no lie
A
please throw a nickel in when you walk by
Chorus:
G A Em
I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high
G A Em (Riff 1)
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G A Em
guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
Em G
I came in this world with nothin on my back
A Em
I'll leave the same and thats a fact
G
I ain't in it for the money i ain't in it for the fame
A Em
and i don't really care if you remember my name
G
so now i gotta to go i gotta hit the road
A Em
i gotta do the only thing that i know
G
I got this feel it deep down and i got to be true
A Em
and i sure as hell ain't guna change for you
Chorus:
G A Em
Singin O southern wind wont you take me high
G A Em (Riff 1)
when i hear the sounds comin from an amplifier
G A Em
guitar pickin with a bottle of wine
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die
Song: Old Broke Guitar Picker
Alright i tabbed this thing out by ear so if it isn't perfect please let me know,
i appreciate feed back from ya'll, you can reach me at [email protected]
Riff 1
e|----------------------|
B|----------------------|
G|----------------------|
D|----------------------|
A|-------2-5-4-3-2------|
E|-0-3-4----------------|
Intro: Em, G, A
Em G
I remember back when I was sixteen
A
I was sittin' there just my pops and me
G
when his friend walked up in a cowboy hat
A Em
said I like what your doin but it ain't worth sap
G
I see this road will leave you cold and alone
A Em
old and broke and a bag of bones
G
so you better take heed to the words i say
A
stay right clear of that lost highway
Chorus:
G A Em
I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high
G A Em (Riff 1)
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G A Em
guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
Em G
Holes in my clothes and holes in my shoes
A Em
and a hole in the heart, thats why I'm singin' the blues
G
put my change in my pocket but it's all gone
A Em
and everything that i do it seems to be wrong
G
so now I'm broke I'm back on the street
A
with a guitar case infront of Drake and me
Em G
so you better listen up cause it ain't no lie
A
please throw a nickel in when you walk by
Chorus:
G A Em
I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high
G A Em (Riff 1)
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G A Em
guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
Em G
I came in this world with nothin on my back
A Em
I'll leave the same and thats a fact
G
I ain't in it for the money i ain't in it for the fame
A Em
and i don't really care if you remember my name
G
so now i gotta to go i gotta hit the road
A Em
i gotta do the only thing that i know
G
I got this feel it deep down and i got to be true
A Em
and i sure as hell ain't guna change for you
Chorus:
G A Em
Singin O southern wind wont you take me high
G A Em (Riff 1)
when i hear the sounds comin from an amplifier
G A Em
guitar pickin with a bottle of wine
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die
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