A San Francisco CA based singing duo of Jim Brunberg & Jeff Pehrson who in the early 1990's first met & offered their tunes via open mics in cafes near Golden Gate Park. After being well received, and garnering much press, eventually they moved onto larger venues and shared bills with well known touring Jam Band scene acts. They self released their "self titled" debut CD in 1994 and in 1995 they were named "group of the year" by the National Academy of Songwriters.
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!
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[G]I'm a son of [Am]blue shirt wage A [C]soldier of rock and [G]steel Father worked an [Am]iron hand And [C]mother taught me well how to [G]feel
At seventeen the [A]boy is free Headed [C]west in a Chevro[G]let Expectations over[Am]blown And a [C]mouth full of something to [G]say
[D]There's a woman [C]waiting for me [G]there [D]With blue jeans on and [C]roses in her [G]hair A [D]touch of gold to [C]pacify my [G]blue I might not be a [D]dancer, but I'll [C]keep in step with [Am]you
[G]She's as young as [Am]rising sun As [C]cool as an evening [G]breeze She's got music [Am]in her blood And a [C]heart full of harmony's [G]needs
She's the soul of [Am]self control As [C]warm as the summer [G]sky She's an angel [Am]when it's right a [C]bitch when she's being de[G]nied
[D]Out in the [C]back of some [G]cafe We'll [D]hold the night a [C]million miles [G]away And [D]wrap our hearts a[C]round one point of [G]view I might not be an [D]author, but I'll [C]write the book on [G]you
[D]She'll be the [C]lyric in my [G]song [D]A touch of soul to [C]keep me turning [G]on The [D]pinnacle of [C]all I'll hold as [G]true I might just be a [D]dreamer, but I'll [C]fall in love with [G]you