Biografia:
Jerry Reed Hubbard (20 de Março de 1937 – 1 de setembro de 2008), conhecido profissionalmente como Jerry Reed, foi um cantor de Country Music, compositor e ator, tendo participado de mais de uma dúzia de filmes.
Como cantor ele é mais conhecido pelas músicas (Who Was the Man Who Put) The Line in Gasoline ; Lord, Mr. Ford (What Have You Done) ; Amos Moses ; When You're Hot, You're Hot , pelo qual recebeu o Grammy de Melhor Performance Vocal Masculina de Country em 1972; e East Bound and Down
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Outras músicas:
- Amos Moses
- Bandit
- Another Puff
- East Bound And Down
- Eastbound Smokey And The Bandit
- Guitar Man
- It Dont Work That Way
- Ko
- Lord Mr Ford
- Pretty Mary Sunlight
- Remembering
- She Got The Gold Mine
- Sixteen Tons
- Texas Bound And Flyin
- The Bandit
- The Lady Is A Woman
- The Preacher And The Bear
- Tryin Stuff On
- West Bound And Down
- When Youre Hotyoure Hot
- You Took All The Ramblin Out Of Me
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!
[Verse]
D7
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
D7
Left my mama a goodbye note,By sundown I'd left Kingston,
D7
With my guitar under my coat,
G7sus4 G7
I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis,
G7
Got a room at the YMCA,
D7
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights,
D7
Just lookin' for a place to play,
A7
Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire,
G7 D7 G7
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
[Verse]
D7
Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis,
D7
I run outta money and luck,
D7
So I bummed me a ride down to Macon, Georgia,
D7
On a overloaded poultry truck,
G7sus4 G7
I thumbed on down to Panama City,
G7
Started pickin' out some of them all night bars,
D7
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar,
D7
Makin' music on my guitar,
A7
Got the same old story at them all night piers,
G7 D7
There ain't no room around here for a guitar man
[Spoken]
N.C.
We don't need a guitar man, son
[Verse]
G7
So I slept in the hobo jungles,
G7
Roamed a thousand miles of track,
D7
Til I found myself in Mobile Alabama,
D7
In a club they call Big Jack's,
G7
A little four-piece band was jammin',
G7
So I took my guitar and I sat in,
E7
I showed 'em what a band would sound like,
A7
With a swingin' little guitar man.
[Spoken]
N.C.
Show 'em, son
[Chorus]
D7
If you ever take a trip down to the ocean,find yourself down around Mobile,
D7
Make it on out to a club called Jack's, If you got a little time to kill,
G7sus4 G7
Just follow that crowd of people,You'll wind up out on his dance floor,
D7
Diggin' the finest little five-piece group,Up and down the Gulf of Mexico,
A7 G7
Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band, Well, wouldn't ya know,
D7 G7 D7
it's that swingin' little guitar man.
D7
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
D7
Left my mama a goodbye note,By sundown I'd left Kingston,
D7
With my guitar under my coat,
G7sus4 G7
I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis,
G7
Got a room at the YMCA,
D7
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights,
D7
Just lookin' for a place to play,
A7
Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire,
G7 D7 G7
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
[Verse]
D7
Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis,
D7
I run outta money and luck,
D7
So I bummed me a ride down to Macon, Georgia,
D7
On a overloaded poultry truck,
G7sus4 G7
I thumbed on down to Panama City,
G7
Started pickin' out some of them all night bars,
D7
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar,
D7
Makin' music on my guitar,
A7
Got the same old story at them all night piers,
G7 D7
There ain't no room around here for a guitar man
[Spoken]
N.C.
We don't need a guitar man, son
[Verse]
G7
So I slept in the hobo jungles,
G7
Roamed a thousand miles of track,
D7
Til I found myself in Mobile Alabama,
D7
In a club they call Big Jack's,
G7
A little four-piece band was jammin',
G7
So I took my guitar and I sat in,
E7
I showed 'em what a band would sound like,
A7
With a swingin' little guitar man.
[Spoken]
N.C.
Show 'em, son
[Chorus]
D7
If you ever take a trip down to the ocean,find yourself down around Mobile,
D7
Make it on out to a club called Jack's, If you got a little time to kill,
G7sus4 G7
Just follow that crowd of people,You'll wind up out on his dance floor,
D7
Diggin' the finest little five-piece group,Up and down the Gulf of Mexico,
A7 G7
Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band, Well, wouldn't ya know,
D7 G7 D7
it's that swingin' little guitar man.
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