Kings of Leon é uma banda de rock provinda de Nashville, Tennessee, que toca uma mistura de southern rock e garage rock. Formada em 1999, é integrada pelos irmãos Nathan Followill (bateria e backing vocals), Caleb Followill (vocal e guitarra rítmica) e Jared Followill (baixo), e Matthew Followill (guitarra), primo dos demais.
O nome do grupo é homenagem ao pai e ao avô de Nathan, Caleb e Jared (ambos chamados Leon). Jared e Caleb nasceram no Tennessee, enquanto Nathan e Matthew nasceram em Oklahoma.
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 1] D On our way, and so it seems, blooming flowers waltz be-fore me, G Rollin' numbers, passin' time, got to get out-side the city. D In the mornin', all will see, just how crazy young love can be, G On our own, away again, don't get down my darlin'.
[Chorus 1] D Am gone tangle my face hair, a gone tickle your daughter,
At three o'clock in the morning, they all cry to me, G I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry lipstick,
Look outta your window, I'm on your street.
[Verse 2] D Miles away, so unclear, almost lost it in Montana, G Let's pull over, have us a choke, I love to watch you when your dancin'. D I wonder if they, ever dream, they would get just what we gave them, G All wrapped up in, bein' nineteen, chasin' stars that are fallin'.
[Chorus 2] D Am gone tangle my face hair, gone tickle your daughter,
At three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me, G I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry lipstick,
Look out your window, and that's where I'll be, C'Mon Caleb, Aoow!
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[Middle 8] BA And when that train heads home, D They' gone be so, gone gone you ain't never gonna see me no more,
Gone gone you ain't nothin' to me, G* A | B | B | And when they shine them streets, they only find our song
[Link] | D | D | D | D | | G | G | G | G |
[Chorus 3] D Am gone tangle my face hair, a gone tickle your daughter,
At three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me, G I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry lipstick,
Look out your window, and that's where I'll be D Am gone tangle my face hair, gone tickle your daughter,
At three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me, G I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, your cherry lipstick,
Look outta your window, and that's where I'll be
C'Mon Caleb, Caleb, Caleb, Caleb, Caleb
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G I'm on your street, they all cry to me
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I'm on your street, they all cry to me | G | G | G | G | I'm on your...
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