Biografía:
The Damn Quails are a musical group that thrive on the spontaneity of live performance and the ethereal connection between players that happens on stage. Their performances are a living, ever-changing experience that captivates crowds of all ages from all walks of life.
The Damn Quails are the bastard child of a thousand fathers and a thousand mothers, most notably The Band and The Black Crowes. They jam, they sway, they drawl, they swagger ...most of all, they make you feel. ...but my heart's another story.
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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 -x2-: G Am C C7 G
Verse 1
G
Well, a truest test of a man's good name
Am
is Acceptance of failure and losing a game,
C C7 G
with a smile and a handshake , quiet every building rage
G
I got knocked around in a real small town,
Am
and they poked and and they prodded and marched me around,
C C7 G
for a laugh at the snow, try to tear a good man's soul
Chorus:
G
For a fool's gold, a beggars bargain
Am
too much time, space to get lost in,
C C7 G
its one for the road, two if you can let it go.
G
Blood's thick, but waters deeper,
Am
the wine works fine, but the wiskeys cheaper
C C7 G
Now turn it around, quick before your Sun goes down.
Verse 2:
G
Well, I see you found yourself a damn fine game,
Am
you got lines on your mind and ounces to say,
C C7 G
but it's okay, we've both seen our darker days.
G
But it's like you've never saw a sucker before,
Am
been alive on the side of you bed room door,
C C7 G
with an ear on the phone, beggin just to let it go.
Chorus -x2-:
G
For a fool's gold, a beggars bargain
Am
too much time, space to get lost in,
C C7 G
its one for the road, two if you can let it go.
G
Blood's thick, but waters deeper,
Am
the wine works fine, but the wiskeys cheaper
C C7 G
Now turn it around, quick before your Sun goes down.
Outro:
C C7 G C7 G
I said, now turn it around, quick before the Sun goes down
Verse 1
G
Well, a truest test of a man's good name
Am
is Acceptance of failure and losing a game,
C C7 G
with a smile and a handshake , quiet every building rage
G
I got knocked around in a real small town,
Am
and they poked and and they prodded and marched me around,
C C7 G
for a laugh at the snow, try to tear a good man's soul
Chorus:
G
For a fool's gold, a beggars bargain
Am
too much time, space to get lost in,
C C7 G
its one for the road, two if you can let it go.
G
Blood's thick, but waters deeper,
Am
the wine works fine, but the wiskeys cheaper
C C7 G
Now turn it around, quick before your Sun goes down.
Verse 2:
G
Well, I see you found yourself a damn fine game,
Am
you got lines on your mind and ounces to say,
C C7 G
but it's okay, we've both seen our darker days.
G
But it's like you've never saw a sucker before,
Am
been alive on the side of you bed room door,
C C7 G
with an ear on the phone, beggin just to let it go.
Chorus -x2-:
G
For a fool's gold, a beggars bargain
Am
too much time, space to get lost in,
C C7 G
its one for the road, two if you can let it go.
G
Blood's thick, but waters deeper,
Am
the wine works fine, but the wiskeys cheaper
C C7 G
Now turn it around, quick before your Sun goes down.
Outro:
C C7 G C7 G
I said, now turn it around, quick before the Sun goes down
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