Biografia:
Gênero
Country/Southern Rock/Rock
Membros
Cody Cannon-Lead Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Cody Tate-Lead Guitar, Vocals, Rhythm Guitar
John Jeffers-Rhythm Guitar, Vocals, Lead Guitar
Gary Brown-Bass
Jeff Hogg-Drums
For Booking Inquiries please contact:
Henry Glascock
[email protected]
Natural de
Tyler, Texas
Gravadora
Smith Entertainment
Biografia
One moment, Whiskey Myers is cooking along on a blues/rock groove and you figure you have this East Texas band’s musical ambitions pegged. And for that moment, you do.
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Outras músicas:
- American Outlaws
- Anna Marie
- Ballad Of A Southern Man
- Bar Guitar And A Honky Tonk Crowd
- Broken Window Serenade
- Colloquy
- Dogwood
- Dyin For Tonight
- Early Morning Shakes
- Good Ole Days
- Guitar Picker
- Hank
- Lonely East Texas Nights
- Lonely East Tx Nights
- Mud
- Old Broke Guitar Picker
- Reckoning
- Shelter From The Rain
- Song For You
- Stone
- Summer 2005
- Trailer We Call Home
- Turn It Up
- Virginia
- Where The Sun Dont Shine
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!
Easy playthrough enjoy.
Taken from the MUD(acoustic) version see video for timing.
I play it standard and dont know anything about tuning or key.
I play by ear and just picked up a guitar 5months ago true story.
Anything to add let me know.
Whiskey Myers - MUD
D G D G D
D
Oh Lord won't you let me stay in the place where I was born?
D
In the fields Granddaddy tilled and all my seeds are sown
G E
Ain't no love for a poor dirt farmer genuine son of the south
G D D
And the water's high and the bills are too and the levy tumbling down
E G
Daddy owed the banker man
E G
So we was drowning before the flood
E G
That river washed us all away
E G
Left us right here in the mud
D G D G
Yeah in the mud
D G D D
We built this house upon the Mississippi back in 1879
D G D G
Over a hundred years my family's been here barely scraping by
D
We just some good old country folks just trying to weather the G
storm
D
How we gonna pay when the interest rates done got higher than the
corn?
E G
Ain't no man gonna take it away
E G
'Cause it's deep down in my blood
E G
Step across that old property line
E
And you'll die
G
Right here in the mud
D G D
G
Yeah in the mud
[Solo]
D G x5
D G E D D A D A
D A D E G
[Verse]
D E
Who's this creeping through the sticks
G E
Let me talk at 'em with my thirty ought six
D E
A couple city guys with suits and ties
G
Bet they can't feel this crosshair right between their eyes
D E
I got no place to go and no place to run
G
Just a dirt farmer's boy with his Granddaddy's gun
D E
Step across that line I'm gonna tell you son
G D G D
We're all gonna die right here in the mud
G D G D G
Yeah in the mud
[Outro]
D G D G D G
D G D G E D
Taken from the MUD(acoustic) version see video for timing.
I play it standard and dont know anything about tuning or key.
I play by ear and just picked up a guitar 5months ago true story.
Anything to add let me know.
Whiskey Myers - MUD
D G D G D
D
Oh Lord won't you let me stay in the place where I was born?
D
In the fields Granddaddy tilled and all my seeds are sown
G E
Ain't no love for a poor dirt farmer genuine son of the south
G D D
And the water's high and the bills are too and the levy tumbling down
E G
Daddy owed the banker man
E G
So we was drowning before the flood
E G
That river washed us all away
E G
Left us right here in the mud
D G D G
Yeah in the mud
D G D D
We built this house upon the Mississippi back in 1879
D G D G
Over a hundred years my family's been here barely scraping by
D
We just some good old country folks just trying to weather the G
storm
D
How we gonna pay when the interest rates done got higher than the
corn?
E G
Ain't no man gonna take it away
E G
'Cause it's deep down in my blood
E G
Step across that old property line
E
And you'll die
G
Right here in the mud
D G D
G
Yeah in the mud
[Solo]
D G x5
D G E D D A D A
D A D E G
[Verse]
D E
Who's this creeping through the sticks
G E
Let me talk at 'em with my thirty ought six
D E
A couple city guys with suits and ties
G
Bet they can't feel this crosshair right between their eyes
D E
I got no place to go and no place to run
G
Just a dirt farmer's boy with his Granddaddy's gun
D E
Step across that line I'm gonna tell you son
G D G D
We're all gonna die right here in the mud
G D G D G
Yeah in the mud
[Outro]
D G D G D G
D G D G E D
Whispering Sons
Whissell
Whistle
Whit Warren
Whitaker