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Karaokê Ballad of a Southern Man - Whiskey Myers

Esta música é uma versão de Ballad of a Southern Man, popularizada por Whiskey Myers

Formatos incluídos:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo: variável (aproximadamente 74 BPM)

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Sol

A música começa a capella

Duração: 03:46 - Visualizar: 02:07

Ano de lançamento: 2011
Estilos: Country, Rock, Em inglês
Autor Original: John Jeffers, Cody Cannon, Leroy Powell, Gary Brown, Cody Alan Tate

Todos os arquivos disponíveis para download são playbacks, e não as músicas originais.

Letra Ballad of a Southern Man

My first rifle was a two fourty three
Papa gave Daddy and
Daddy gave to me
And they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand
I guess that's something you don't understand
Now I grew up on a prison farm
Sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar
Used to go fishing out of pickle creek dam
But I guess that's something you don't understand
Grandma's in the kitchen
Papa's drunk past dawn
We sit out on the front porch
Just a pickin' on the songs
And there's blood on the table
'Cos we work for what we have
And I was raised in this land
I guess that's something you don't understand
I still fly that southern flag
Whistling Dixieland enough to brag
And I know all the words to Simple Man
I guess that's something you don't understand
I pledge my allegiance the original way
Say Merry Christmas not Happy Holidays
I can't change my ways
I know who I am
I guess that's something you don't understand
Grandma's in the kitchen
Papa's drunk past dawn
We sit out on the front porch
Just a pickin' on the songs
And there's blood on the table
'Cos we work for what we have
And I was raised in this land
I guess that's something you don't understand
They'll grind us up in a big machine
They'll feed us all on the same beliefs
Holy dollar and a credit card
But we got a way of doing things
And no banker's gonna steal from me
They wanna tear it all apart
Grandma's in the kitchen
Papa's done passed on
We sit out on the front porch
Just a pickin' on the songs
And there's a Bible on the table 'cos he bled for what we have
And that's the ballad of a southern man
I guess that's something you don't understand
My first rifle was a two fourty three
Papa gave Daddy and
Daddy gave to me

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