Biografia:
Jason Isbell is an alt-country singer /songwriter /guitarist from Muscle Shoals, Alabama. Best known for his years with the Drive-By Truckers where he played with his then wife, bassist Shonna Tucker. Isbell - who joined the Truckers in 2001 - left the band in early 2007 around the same time as his divorce from Tucker was finalized.
In addition to being a gifted songwriter, Isbell is regarded as an exceptional guitar player. His style is mostly in the alt-country genre, but is also infused with rock and blues elements.
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Outras músicas:
- Alabama Pines
- Codeine
- We've Met
- 24 Frames
- Anxiety
- Chaos And Clothes
- Chicago Prominade
- Children Of Children
- Cigarettes And Wine
- Cover Me Up
- Cumberland Gap
- Daisy Mae
- Danko Manuel
- Decoration Day
- Devil Is My Running Mate
- Different Days
- Dress Blues
- Elephant
- Flagship
- Flying Over Water
- Go It Alone
- God Is A Working Man
- Goddamn Lonely Love
- Good
- Grown
- Heart On A String
- Hope The High Road
- How To Forget
- However Long
- Hudson Commodore
- Hurricanes And Hand Grenades
- I Follow Rivers
- If I Needed You
- If It Takes A Lifetime
- If We Were Vampires
- Last Of My Kind
- Live Oak
- Molotov
- Mutineer
- Never Could Believe
- New South Wales
- Old Flame
- Outfit
- Palmetto Rose
- Relatively Easy
- Save It For Sunday
- Seven Mile Island
- Shotgun Wedding
- Soldiers Get Strange
- Something More Than Free
- Something To Love
- Songs That She Sang In The Shower
- Speed Trap Town
- Stockholm
- Stopping By
- Streetlights
- Sunstroke
- Super 8
- The Blue
- The Devil Is My Running Mate
- The Last Song I Will Write
- The Life You Chose
- The Magician
- The Pilgrim
- To A Band That I Loved
- Tour Of Duty
- Traveling Alone
- Tupelo
- Weve Met
- White Mans World
- Yvette
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Verse 1]
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I need a whole new set of problems
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Said the preacher to the thief
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I've seen nothing here but miracles
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And it's shaking my belief
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And if everything's a miracle
G
The saints are just a mob
D A D
And the man who works the wonders is just trying to do his job
[Chorus 1]
G
Hail to the working man, my son
D
Up there trying to get it done
A D A
When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun
D G
Hail to the working man, my friend
D
He won't clock out til the end
D A G D
When every saint and sinner's race is run
[Verse 2]
D
My grandpa was a preacher
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The Pentecostal kind
D E A
And they take the lord so seriously you'd think they'd lost their minds
D
They pray out loud, speak in tongues
G
And some might take up snakes
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But my grandpa was a working man
A D
And he never took a break
[Chorus 2]
G
Hail to the working man like pop
D
Never saw him drink a drop
A D A
He knew what I was up to, but he didn't call the cops
D G
Hail to the working man on high
D
Give us plenty fish to fry
D A G D
He might judge you but he'll never make you stop
[Solo]
(play verse chords)
D G D E A D G D A D
[Verse 3]
D
Well I've stood on every corner
G
Said the thief for his reply
D
And I've never seen a miracle
E A
Not one I've recognized
D
But way up in the northland
G
Where the weather goes berserk
D
And the sun stays up til midnight, boy
A D
There's plenty time to work
[Chorus 1]
G
Hail to the working man, my son
D
Up there trying to get it done
A D A
When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun
D G
Hail to the working man, my friend
D
He won't clock out till the end
D A G D
When every saint and sinners race is run
D A G D
When every saint and sinners race is run
D
I need a whole new set of problems
G
Said the preacher to the thief
D
I've seen nothing here but miracles
E A
And it's shaking my belief
D
And if everything's a miracle
G
The saints are just a mob
D A D
And the man who works the wonders is just trying to do his job
[Chorus 1]
G
Hail to the working man, my son
D
Up there trying to get it done
A D A
When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun
D G
Hail to the working man, my friend
D
He won't clock out til the end
D A G D
When every saint and sinner's race is run
[Verse 2]
D
My grandpa was a preacher
G
The Pentecostal kind
D E A
And they take the lord so seriously you'd think they'd lost their minds
D
They pray out loud, speak in tongues
G
And some might take up snakes
D
But my grandpa was a working man
A D
And he never took a break
[Chorus 2]
G
Hail to the working man like pop
D
Never saw him drink a drop
A D A
He knew what I was up to, but he didn't call the cops
D G
Hail to the working man on high
D
Give us plenty fish to fry
D A G D
He might judge you but he'll never make you stop
[Solo]
(play verse chords)
D G D E A D G D A D
[Verse 3]
D
Well I've stood on every corner
G
Said the thief for his reply
D
And I've never seen a miracle
E A
Not one I've recognized
D
But way up in the northland
G
Where the weather goes berserk
D
And the sun stays up til midnight, boy
A D
There's plenty time to work
[Chorus 1]
G
Hail to the working man, my son
D
Up there trying to get it done
A D A
When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun
D G
Hail to the working man, my friend
D
He won't clock out till the end
D A G D
When every saint and sinners race is run
D A G D
When every saint and sinners race is run
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