Biografia:
Bleu Edmondson is a Texas Country artist from New Braunfels, TX.
Edmondson began writing his own songs at the age of 19, got his first guitar on his 21st birthday, formed a band by the time he was 22 and hasn't looked back since. Ever since writing to the legendary Lloyd Maines, asking for a shot to do a record with the highly respected producer, Edmondson has been making records ever since, influenced by the likes of Bruce Springsteen, Robert Earl keen, Lyle Lovett, and The Rolling Stones.
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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!
[Verse 1]
More road up ahead
My radio still broken
C9 G
The spinning of the wheels and the fencline lead my way
G
Your picture on the dash
D
and the need to fly so high
C9 D G
Are the only two things that I can hold today
G
I left you way down south
D
crying at the rivers mouth
C9 G
I got a show up north so I guess it's just as well
G
You're still the one for me
D
But I'm the man I'll always be
C9 D G
And I won't be the one that takes you straight to hell
C9 D
Cause I'm out here on my own
G C9
Drinkin' all alone
D Em
Thinkin' bout things and what I left behind
C9 D
and I need you more right now
G C9
To give me redemption somehow
D G
Rollin' north of that Red River line
[Instrumental]
G C9 D C9
G C9 D G
G
So don't you cry for me
D
Cause I can taste what you can't see
C9 G
But always know you got a place in my heart
G
I got an angel riding shotgun
D
I got the devil in the back
C9 D G
and the war they wage is gonna tear me apart
[Chorus]
C9 D
Cause I'm out here on my own
G C9
Drinkin' all alone
D Em
Thinkin' bout things and what I left behind
C9 D
and I need you more right now
G C9
To give me redemption somehow
D G
Rollin' north of that Red River line
G
As I'm talking to you now
D
The sun is going down
C9 G
I don't know where I am, but God it makes me smile
G D
I need just one more word coming from your sweer lips
C9 D G
And I swear I'll call you back in a little while
[Chorus]
C9 D
Cause I'm out here on my own
G C9
too tired and halfway stoned
D Em
Thinkin' bout things and what I left behind
C9 D
and I need you more right now
G C9
to give me redemption somehow
D G
Rollin' north of that Red River line
More road up ahead
My radio still broken
C9 G
The spinning of the wheels and the fencline lead my way
G
Your picture on the dash
D
and the need to fly so high
C9 D G
Are the only two things that I can hold today
G
I left you way down south
D
crying at the rivers mouth
C9 G
I got a show up north so I guess it's just as well
G
You're still the one for me
D
But I'm the man I'll always be
C9 D G
And I won't be the one that takes you straight to hell
C9 D
Cause I'm out here on my own
G C9
Drinkin' all alone
D Em
Thinkin' bout things and what I left behind
C9 D
and I need you more right now
G C9
To give me redemption somehow
D G
Rollin' north of that Red River line
[Instrumental]
G C9 D C9
G C9 D G
G
So don't you cry for me
D
Cause I can taste what you can't see
C9 G
But always know you got a place in my heart
G
I got an angel riding shotgun
D
I got the devil in the back
C9 D G
and the war they wage is gonna tear me apart
[Chorus]
C9 D
Cause I'm out here on my own
G C9
Drinkin' all alone
D Em
Thinkin' bout things and what I left behind
C9 D
and I need you more right now
G C9
To give me redemption somehow
D G
Rollin' north of that Red River line
G
As I'm talking to you now
D
The sun is going down
C9 G
I don't know where I am, but God it makes me smile
G D
I need just one more word coming from your sweer lips
C9 D G
And I swear I'll call you back in a little while
[Chorus]
C9 D
Cause I'm out here on my own
G C9
too tired and halfway stoned
D Em
Thinkin' bout things and what I left behind
C9 D
and I need you more right now
G C9
to give me redemption somehow
D G
Rollin' north of that Red River line
Blind Blake
Blind Date
Blind Faith
Blind Fool Love
Blind Lemon Jeff (...)
Blink (Denmark)
Blink (Indonesia (...)
Blinker The Star
Blippi
Bliss