Lyle Lovett nacio el dia 1 de Noviembre de 1957. Hijo de un ejecutivo de marketing y de una entrenadora deportiva, se educó en la universidad A&M de Texas, donde estudió periodismo y lengua alemana. Su carrera en la música comenzó como compositor, y en 1986 firmó con MCA Records para grabar su primer álbum homónimo 'Lyle Lovett'. Aunque normalmente asociado al género country, sus composiciones incorporan a menudo elementos del folk, swing, blues, jazz y gospel, así como el más puro y tradicional country & western.
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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Date: Thu, 28 May 1998 09:23:06 -0500 (CDT) From: "Jeffrey J. Gray" Subject: l/lovett_lyle/who_loves_you_better.pro
# a real easy one to learn on. good luck trying to sing like lyle, # that's what really makes the song. # [email protected] {t:Who Loves You Better} {st:Lyle Lovett}
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Late [G]nights in musty mo[C]tel rooms Stale [G]lives left by some[D]one else White [G]lies I wish I could [C]tell you And [G]questions I [D]ask of my[G]self
Why do I [G]do the things that make me [C]sorry Why do I [G]do the things that make you [D]cry Will I [G]lose your love to an[C]other [G]Who loves you [D]better than [G]I
The [G]angels smile when you're [C]praying But the [G]devil laughs when you [D]lie And some [G]things they go without [C]saying When [G]tears [D]fill up your [G]eyes
Why do I [G]do the things that make me [C]sorry Why do I [G]do the things that make you [D]cry Will I [G]lose your love to an[C]other [G]Who loves you [D]better than [G]I
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{colb} {C:Bridge:} Some [C]questions beg for an [G]answer Like a [G]poet begs for a [D]rhyme Some[G]how all I can re[C]member Is h[G]olding your[D] hand in [G]mine
Late [G]nights in musty mo[C]tel rooms Stale [G]lives left all a[D]lone He's [G]telling you how he [C]wants you And I'm [G]praying he doesn'[D]t [C]know
Why I [G]do the things that make me so[C]rry Why I [G]do the things that make you [D]cry If I could [G]lose your love to an[C]other [G]Who loves you [D]better than [G]I