Biografia:
Genre: Country
Members: Warren Thomas, Kyle Mullarky, Ellie Mae, Shades Agrey, Eric Fisher
Hometown: Los Angeles, Ca.
Record Label: Burger Records, Mono Records
About: If I were to identify this band of cowboys, they would have the threateningly of Lee Hazlewood on the bag of Cowboy In Sweden but in the distance is piled a black cloud, therefore it is without k-way that we pass through the storm . Is of Warren Thomas (growlers blocking his way
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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!
No Capo
[Intro]
Em Em7 x8
[Verse]
Em Em7 Em Em7
I wish I was a whirling dervish
Em Em7 Em Em7
Shooting starts and cold white walls
G G6 G G6
Well, I want you to remember
G G6 G G6
Jail's a hefty collect call
Em Em7 Em Em7
Now my friends are alcoholics
Em Em7 Em Em7
Yeah that's right, and I'm one too
Em Em7 Em Em7
So I sold the tumblin' dice
Em Em7 Em Em7
And all our babies, they're so blue
G G6 G G6
But I'm gonna send you postcards
G G6 G G6
Post-apocalyptic love
Em Em7 Em Em7
Wrap your arms around my trigger
Em Em7 Em Em7
All my ammo's been shot off
[Chorus]
A G A G
That's the last, last time you'll see me flailing arms and shaking trees
A G B7
That's the last, last time I promised you I'd rid myself of thee
B7 Em Em7 Em Em7
Ah, there's no comfort in black hell
Em Em7 Em Em7
[Verse]
Em Em7 Em Em7
Well, I'm running like a rooster
Em Em7 Em Em7
Got my head between my knees
G G6 G G6
Seems my cock has got cut off
G G6 G G6
The many men, they're chasing me
Em Em7 Em Em7
Read a book, or burn the bible
Em Em7 Em Em7
Tell your father he's your slave
Em Em7 Em Em7
Watch your best friend laid to rest,
Em Em7 Em Em7
and toss a flower on his grave
G G6 G G6
Kiss my girlfriend in the morning,
G G6 G G6
and again at half past noon
Em Em7 Em Em7
I'm so insecure, it's frightening
Em Em7 Em Em7
But I promise you, that's through
[Chorus]
A G
I'm the rat, and you're the cheese
A G
There's no trap that set me free
A G
'Cause I've always gotta have ya, but you..
B7
Don't always need me
B7 Em Em7 Em Em7
Ah, there's no comfort in black hell
Em Em7 x4
Em Em7 Em Em7
Ah, there's no comfort
Em Em7 Em Em7
No, not in black hell
Em Em7 Em Em7
No, not in black hell
[Outro]
A G
Ah, there's nothing that you'll want
A G
There's nothing that should be
A G
There's nothing, except you're sorry,
B7
and the mental misery
B7 Em Em7 Em
Ah, there's no comfort in black hell
[Intro]
Em Em7 x8
[Verse]
Em Em7 Em Em7
I wish I was a whirling dervish
Em Em7 Em Em7
Shooting starts and cold white walls
G G6 G G6
Well, I want you to remember
G G6 G G6
Jail's a hefty collect call
Em Em7 Em Em7
Now my friends are alcoholics
Em Em7 Em Em7
Yeah that's right, and I'm one too
Em Em7 Em Em7
So I sold the tumblin' dice
Em Em7 Em Em7
And all our babies, they're so blue
G G6 G G6
But I'm gonna send you postcards
G G6 G G6
Post-apocalyptic love
Em Em7 Em Em7
Wrap your arms around my trigger
Em Em7 Em Em7
All my ammo's been shot off
[Chorus]
A G A G
That's the last, last time you'll see me flailing arms and shaking trees
A G B7
That's the last, last time I promised you I'd rid myself of thee
B7 Em Em7 Em Em7
Ah, there's no comfort in black hell
Em Em7 Em Em7
[Verse]
Em Em7 Em Em7
Well, I'm running like a rooster
Em Em7 Em Em7
Got my head between my knees
G G6 G G6
Seems my cock has got cut off
G G6 G G6
The many men, they're chasing me
Em Em7 Em Em7
Read a book, or burn the bible
Em Em7 Em Em7
Tell your father he's your slave
Em Em7 Em Em7
Watch your best friend laid to rest,
Em Em7 Em Em7
and toss a flower on his grave
G G6 G G6
Kiss my girlfriend in the morning,
G G6 G G6
and again at half past noon
Em Em7 Em Em7
I'm so insecure, it's frightening
Em Em7 Em Em7
But I promise you, that's through
[Chorus]
A G
I'm the rat, and you're the cheese
A G
There's no trap that set me free
A G
'Cause I've always gotta have ya, but you..
B7
Don't always need me
B7 Em Em7 Em Em7
Ah, there's no comfort in black hell
Em Em7 x4
Em Em7 Em Em7
Ah, there's no comfort
Em Em7 Em Em7
No, not in black hell
Em Em7 Em Em7
No, not in black hell
[Outro]
A G
Ah, there's nothing that you'll want
A G
There's nothing that should be
A G
There's nothing, except you're sorry,
B7
and the mental misery
B7 Em Em7 Em
Ah, there's no comfort in black hell
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