Biografia:
Jay Munly ( also credited as Munly and Munly Jay Munly) is a banjo player, guitarist, singer, and songwriter based in Denver, Colorado. He has played a significant role in the development of the "Denver Sound", music that mixes elements of country, Gothic, folk, and gospel. He is a member of Slim Cessna's Auto Club and Denver Broncos UK as well as the leader of his own band, Munly and the Lee Lewis Harlots. Prior to working with the Harlots, Munly released several solo albums recording with a vast array of musicians.
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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!
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Mr. Murphy gathered us around
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Put us in the dying field
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He said, "Men, it's been a bad year around here"
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He said we should play a little game
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To alleviate this pain
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So he grabbed my pop by the neck
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I guess my pop played his game
[Spoken]
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See y'all, me myself, I was just watchin' the men scuffle their boots on the ground
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And lookin' dog-faced, not lookin' one-another in the eye.
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An' see, me myself, I was ducked down behind this dirt pile and
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Not understandin' this game that was goin' on
F
until Mr. Murphy, until he caught my eye
[Chorus]
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C
All your cattle, I will hang
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C Am Bb
All your crops, they'll go, they'll go away
[Verse 2]
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So I ran seven miles out to Murphy's farm
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I threw a rock at the window
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And Isabella Murphy, she sauntered down the stairs
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She grabbed my wrists, she said "Let's go"
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And then she pulled me out to the dying field
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Pushed me down and straddled me there
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Then I cupped my hands between her crotch
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Caught the water from her hair
[Spoken]
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And with my hands cupped, holdin' Isabella's water, I shoved her out of the way
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And I ran seven miles back into my hometown. I came to the town well,
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Held my hands, cupped with Isabella's water high, opened 'em up,
F
And now this town, it knows the Murphy's hell
[Chorus]
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C
All your cattle, I will hang
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C Am Bb
Oh, your daughter, she will, she'll learn my name
Dm C
And I'll hang your cattle
Dm C
And I'll bleed your pork
Dm C
And I'll shave your chickens
Dm C
And I'll piss on your porch
N.C.
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drown the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drown the pain
[Chorus]
Dm C Dm
But if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C
All your cattle, I will hang
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C Dm C
All your children, they will, they'll come away
C
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C
Drink the pain
C
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C
Drown the pain
C
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C
Drank the pain
C
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C Fm
Drown, we drown the pain
F
[Verse 1]
F
Mr. Murphy gathered us around
F
Put us in the dying field
F
He said, "Men, it's been a bad year around here"
F
He said we should play a little game
F
To alleviate this pain
F
So he grabbed my pop by the neck
F
I guess my pop played his game
[Spoken]
F
See y'all, me myself, I was just watchin' the men scuffle their boots on the ground
F
And lookin' dog-faced, not lookin' one-another in the eye.
F
An' see, me myself, I was ducked down behind this dirt pile and
F
Not understandin' this game that was goin' on
F
until Mr. Murphy, until he caught my eye
[Chorus]
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C
All your cattle, I will hang
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C Am Bb
All your crops, they'll go, they'll go away
[Verse 2]
F
So I ran seven miles out to Murphy's farm
F
I threw a rock at the window
F
And Isabella Murphy, she sauntered down the stairs
F
She grabbed my wrists, she said "Let's go"
F
And then she pulled me out to the dying field
F
Pushed me down and straddled me there
F
Then I cupped my hands between her crotch
F
Caught the water from her hair
[Spoken]
F
And with my hands cupped, holdin' Isabella's water, I shoved her out of the way
F
And I ran seven miles back into my hometown. I came to the town well,
F
Held my hands, cupped with Isabella's water high, opened 'em up,
F
And now this town, it knows the Murphy's hell
[Chorus]
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C
All your cattle, I will hang
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C Am Bb
Oh, your daughter, she will, she'll learn my name
Dm C
And I'll hang your cattle
Dm C
And I'll bleed your pork
Dm C
And I'll shave your chickens
Dm C
And I'll piss on your porch
N.C.
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drown the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drink the pain
N.C.
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
N.C.
Yeah we don't
C
Drown the pain
[Chorus]
Dm C Dm
But if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C
All your cattle, I will hang
Dm C Dm
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again
C Dm C
All your children, they will, they'll come away
C
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C
Drink the pain
C
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C
Drown the pain
C
Yeah we don't
Dm
Drink the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C
Drank the pain
C
Yeah, we don't
Dm
Drunk the pain
Dm
Yeah we don't
C Fm
Drown, we drown the pain
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