The White Stripes foi uma dupla de rock norte-americana, formada no ano de 1997 em Detroit, Michigan, composta por Jack White (compositor, vocalista, guitarrista, pianista) e Meg White (bateria, percussão e vocal de apoio). Eles são conhecidos pelo seu som lo-fi e simplicidade nas composições e arranjos, notoriamente inspirados pelo punk e pelo blues rock, pelo folk rock e pela música country. Dia 14 de julho de 2007 marcou o aniversário de dez anos da dupla
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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AA7EE7DDsus4D Good Lord, good Lord, send me an angel down AE (Fill 1) A (Fill 2) A Can't spare no angel, we'll send you teasin' brown
Well that new way of loving, swear to god it must be best For these Detroit women won't let Mr. Jack White rest
There was a cry on the corner, wonder what could it be Must be some women, tryin' to get to me I Went down to the station, suitcase in my hand All the women run cryin', "Mr. Jack, won't you be my man?"
Well there was three women, yellow, brown and black Take a man from Detroit to pick which one I like One of 'em Hampshire yellow, one of 'em Detroit brown But the southwest darkskin sure to turn my damper down
Well ticket agent, ticket agent where did my baby go? Tell me what she looked like I'll tell you what road she's on Well she's a long tall Mama, mounahair(?) from the ground She's a tailor made Mama she ain't no hand me down
Well I used to say married women, sweetest women ever born You better change that thing you better leave married women alone Take my advice let married women, boy let 'em be Cos their husband'll grab ya, beat your ragged ass with a cedar tree
I got two women, you can't tell 'em apart I got one in my bosom and the other one is in my heart Well that woman in my bosom, she live in Tennesee But that one in my heart well she don't give a darn for me
I'm gonna tell you pretty Mama, exactly who I am When I walk in that front door and hear that back door slam