Biografia:
Rodney Atkins nació el 28 de marzo de 1969, en Knoxville, Tennessee, Estados Unidos, fue adoptado cuando niño. En el hogar metodista para niños en Greeneville, Tenessee.
Una pareja de Cumberland Gap. Tenn. cuido de él luego de que otras dos lo rechazaron, y a pesar de que estaba muy enfermo, no se rindieron y lo tuvieron bajo su cuidado.
Cuando no estaba haciendo tareas domesticas o jugando baseball con sus amigos, Atkins pasaba su tiempo en la escuela con su guitarra.
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Outras músicas:
- Watching You
- 15 Minutes
- A Man On A Tractor
- About The South
- Angels Hands
- Best Things
- Caught Up In The Country
- Chasin Girls
- Cleaning This Gun
- Doin It Right
- Eat Sleep Love You Repeat
- Family
- Farmers Daughter
- Feet
- Forgiveness Than Permission
- Got It Good
- Hes Mine
- Honestly
- I Will Come To You
- If Youre Going Through Hell
- If Youre Going Through Hell Before The Devil Even Knows
- In The Middle
- Invisibly Shaken
- Its America
- Just Wanna Rock N Roll
- Man I Am Today
- My Old Man
- Shes A Girl Aint She
- Sing Along
- Someone To Share It With
- Take A Back Road
- Take A Backroad
- Tell A Country Boy
- The River Just Knows
- These Are My People
- Wasted Whiskey
- Whats Left Of Me
- When Its My Time
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!
Capo 1
[Intro]
D - G - D - G
[Verse 1]
D D/F# G A
I got a picture of him bare foot in the mud,
D D/F# G A
Behind his grandpa's plow and two gray mules,
D D/F# G A
When he turned ten years old in May fifty three,
D D/F# G A
He grew up fearin God in Washburn, Tennesee,
[Bridge]
F#m Bm D A
The closest thing that he had to a dad was his uncle Bob,
F#m Bm G F#
And he could only dream of things like little league baseball,
G A F#m Bm
That little boy with big blue eyes and callused hands,
A D - G - D - G
mm became My Old Man,
[Verse 2]
D D/F# G A
She was a Kentucky girl born on Valentine's day,
D D/F# G A
A fourth child of five to my grandma Uma May,
D D/F# G A
So shy and beautiful with sunset hair and emerald eyes,
D D/F# G A
Daddy spent his life workin in the coal mines,
[Bridge]
F#m Bm D A
And in my eyes, all of my life, my dad's been a saint,
F#m Bm G F#
But even saints need angels to show them the way,
G A F#m Bm
And over thirty-seven years ago he asked for Margaret Lynn's hand,
G A D
And that angel married My Old Man,
[Bridge]
F Am G
There were times I tried to buck the truthful things they said,
F Am G
Now I'm glad that more than once they rattled my stubborn head,
Bm E A C#m F#m - E---walk down
Cause my folks are just like mountains I look at from afar,
G Bm G A
But now the closer I get to them the bigger they are,
[Verse]
F#m Bm G A
Time seens to fly anymore and the holidays are so far apart,
F#m Bm G F#
There's no way a phone call could express what's in my heart,
G A F#m Bm
So this is just a song to say How thankful I am,
G A Bm A G A D - G - D - G
For momma and My Old Man, for momma and dad,
[Intro]
D - G - D - G
[Verse 1]
D D/F# G A
I got a picture of him bare foot in the mud,
D D/F# G A
Behind his grandpa's plow and two gray mules,
D D/F# G A
When he turned ten years old in May fifty three,
D D/F# G A
He grew up fearin God in Washburn, Tennesee,
[Bridge]
F#m Bm D A
The closest thing that he had to a dad was his uncle Bob,
F#m Bm G F#
And he could only dream of things like little league baseball,
G A F#m Bm
That little boy with big blue eyes and callused hands,
A D - G - D - G
mm became My Old Man,
[Verse 2]
D D/F# G A
She was a Kentucky girl born on Valentine's day,
D D/F# G A
A fourth child of five to my grandma Uma May,
D D/F# G A
So shy and beautiful with sunset hair and emerald eyes,
D D/F# G A
Daddy spent his life workin in the coal mines,
[Bridge]
F#m Bm D A
And in my eyes, all of my life, my dad's been a saint,
F#m Bm G F#
But even saints need angels to show them the way,
G A F#m Bm
And over thirty-seven years ago he asked for Margaret Lynn's hand,
G A D
And that angel married My Old Man,
[Bridge]
F Am G
There were times I tried to buck the truthful things they said,
F Am G
Now I'm glad that more than once they rattled my stubborn head,
Bm E A C#m F#m - E---walk down
Cause my folks are just like mountains I look at from afar,
G Bm G A
But now the closer I get to them the bigger they are,
[Verse]
F#m Bm G A
Time seens to fly anymore and the holidays are so far apart,
F#m Bm G F#
There's no way a phone call could express what's in my heart,
G A F#m Bm
So this is just a song to say How thankful I am,
G A Bm A G A D - G - D - G
For momma and My Old Man, for momma and dad,
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