Butch Walker, nome artístico de Bradley Glenn Walker (Cartersville, Geórgia, 14 de novembro de 1969) é um artista norte-americano, compositor e produtor musical.
Carreira: Walker cresceu em Cartersville, Geórgia e se destacou como um violonista e intérprete em várias bandas de rock da década de 1980, incluindo Bad Boyz e Byte a Bullet. Em 1988, ele tomou a Bullet Byte para LA e eles foram assinados a Virgin Records no decurso do ano. A banda então mudou seu nome para SouthGang e lançou dois álbuns
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!
Artist: Butch Walker & Pink Song: Song without a chorus Tabbed by: Josie ... [email protected]
This song rocks!, and the other tab i found is a bit weird so i thought i'd give it a shot meself. Might not be 100% but it's pretty damn close. This is the live acoustic version by tut way.
(Standard tuning: E,A,D,G,B,E)
Intro -
E //// A //// F# //// B //// x2
Verse 1 -
EAF#B Well there's sand in my book from writing on the beach
EAF#B trying to find a song for you that the ocean can only reach,
AC#F#E and this beach is getting wider than my train of thought is long
AC#F#E and each little grain of sand is other asshole poet song
AC#F#E so i'll try to get this right before the sunburn says i'm worng, says i'm wrong
Pre Verse -
B //// A //// C# //// F# ////
Verse 2 -
EAF#B I keep on shooting clever guns that blow up in my face
EAF#B and what good to say i'm sorry when this time it wont erase,
AC#F#E all the times i hit erase on every word you said to me
AC#F#E and just covered it up like dogsh*t on a pretty city street
AC#F#E just to not p*ss off the neighbors no wonder i can't sleep, i can't sleep
Pre Verse
B //// A //// C# //// F# ////
Verse 3
EAF#B A song without a chorus you know this is my first attempt
EAF#B cuz that would only bore us and the title would go limp,
AC#F#E but these words just keep on shooting out my pen just like a gun
AC#F#E and i'm aiming at your ears trying not to come undone
AC#F#E cuz you love the smell of gunshots and the company on one, thats no fun
Pre Verse
B //// A //// C# //// F# //// (live versoin x2)
verse 4 -
EAF#B They'll probably say this sucks you know but i don't really care
EAF#B and i use the "gunshot" word so it wont get on the air,
AC#F#E while the rappers do a driveby and smoke crack then thank the lord
AC#F#E while a white-bread singer songwriter has to stand here looking bored
AC#F# and while i'm at it i should probably mention that all the guns i used in
E my song were fake...
Outro-
B //// A //// C# //// F# //// x3
not real, they were plastic, f*ck, get real, blast it