Biografia:
Roger Alan Wade é um americano cantor e compositor . De acordo com seu website, Roger Alan Wade escreveu canções para lendas como Johnny Cash , Jennings Waylon , Jones George e Hank Williams Jr . Ele embarcou em uma carreira solo com o auxílio de uma promoção de seu primo, o ator Johnny Knoxville , que ocasionalmente é caracterizado por Wade numa música em seu programa de TV Jackass . Ele também tem sido destaque no programa de TV Wildboyz .
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Outras músicas:
- 3Rd Chance Blues
- All Likkered Up
- Bb Gun
- Bear Loves Honey
- Big Ass Happy Family
- Butt Ugly Slut
- Chicken Song
- Chillicothe Rain
- Cohare Cohares
- Counterman
- Cowboy Angel
- D
- Deguello Motel
- Fighting For The Sweetness
- First Time I Saw Waylon
- Fryin Bacon Nekkid
- Gone Back To Whorin
- Greyhound Bus 3
- Here I Go Again
- Horse I Wanna Ride
- If
- If Ya Gonna Be Dumb Ya Gotta Be Tough
- If Youre Gonna Be Dumb You Gotta Be Tough
- Jingle Jangle
- Johnny Cash Has Died
- Loneliness Is My Only True Friend
- Lovin Man
- Matthew Mark Luke And Earnhardt
- My Baby Loves Malt Liquor
- Old Dixie Highway
- Party In My Pants
- Poontang
- Psycho Bitch From Hell
- Put Another Log On The Fire
- Rhinestones In The Ashes
- Shes A Baby When She Cries
- Sometimes I Dont Know If Ill Make It
- Southbound Train
- Still On The Run
- Stoned Traveler
- Sweet Wine Of Sorrow
- Thats The Blues
- The First Time I Saw Waylon
- The Light Outlives The Star
- Too Fat To Fly
- When Heaven Comes Dripping From The Night
- Wine Drippin From Your Lips
- Wreckless Kind
- Years Ago
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!
[Intro]
G
[Verse]
G D
I's standin' in the mornin' outside that Norfolk Southern Yard
G
Rollin' dice like a train, the wind was blowin' hard
D
I'm down 20 to the devil, hell I hope he'll take a check
G
I'll kiss his ass 'til I get level, then I'll break his neck
[Chorus 1]
C G
I have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain't no tomorrow
D G
I was cursed from the first with a thirst for the sweet wine of sorrow
[Verse]
G D
Ah there's things a man can do to himself where his own parents don't recognize his face
G
And there's things he does to everybody else that even true love can't erase
D
And you wind up scattered all in pieces and you spend your life tryin' to understand
G
When you figure it out you realize it's your selfishness between you and the promised land
[Chorus 2]
C G
I have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain't no tomorrow
D G
I been cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow
C G
Hallelujah I'd trade anything I can beg steal or borrow
D G
I was cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow
[Instrumental]
C Csus2 G D Dsus2 G
[Verse]
G D
Now I'm shattered on the sidewalk like them dishes that they brought
G
When you were swollen with my baby and your daddy bought that shotgun when we got caught
D
And now there ain't much that matters and to tell the truth I still don't understand
G
So I think I'll go down to Madame Moreass and just pretend you ever gave a damn
[Outro]
D C G
Baby I's cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow
G
[Verse]
G D
I's standin' in the mornin' outside that Norfolk Southern Yard
G
Rollin' dice like a train, the wind was blowin' hard
D
I'm down 20 to the devil, hell I hope he'll take a check
G
I'll kiss his ass 'til I get level, then I'll break his neck
[Chorus 1]
C G
I have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain't no tomorrow
D G
I was cursed from the first with a thirst for the sweet wine of sorrow
[Verse]
G D
Ah there's things a man can do to himself where his own parents don't recognize his face
G
And there's things he does to everybody else that even true love can't erase
D
And you wind up scattered all in pieces and you spend your life tryin' to understand
G
When you figure it out you realize it's your selfishness between you and the promised land
[Chorus 2]
C G
I have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain't no tomorrow
D G
I been cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow
C G
Hallelujah I'd trade anything I can beg steal or borrow
D G
I was cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow
[Instrumental]
C Csus2 G D Dsus2 G
[Verse]
G D
Now I'm shattered on the sidewalk like them dishes that they brought
G
When you were swollen with my baby and your daddy bought that shotgun when we got caught
D
And now there ain't much that matters and to tell the truth I still don't understand
G
So I think I'll go down to Madame Moreass and just pretend you ever gave a damn
[Outro]
D C G
Baby I's cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow
Roger Creager
Roger Daltrey
Roger Daltry
Roger Davis
Roger Glover
Roger Romero
Roger Sanchez
Roger Taylor
Roger Waters
Rogers