Guitar Man Lesson (with Tabs) - Kip Moore скачать в хорошем качестве

Guitar Man Lesson (with Tabs) - Kip Moore

Tabs: danielchaveztutorials.com/tabs/guitar-man STANDARD TUNING CAPO ON 8th fret Video I learned from:    • Kip Moore  Guitar Man   Tour Song by Jawbreaker:    • Jawbreaker - Tour Song   Rise Against cover of Tour Song:    • Видео   Thanks Chris for requesting this song. Kip Moore is starting to become one of my favorite artists, so thank you and everyone else requesting his songs. I couldn't find lyrics for this song to save my life (so I could figure out which parts were verses and which ones were choruses) so I decided to write them out here for you guys. Go listen to this song right now. Do it. Lyrics Woke to the rise of the sun going down Still taste the whiskey fresh off my mouth Hot cup of coffee, smoke in my hand Another day in the life of a guitar man La da da Last night was a good night as I reach in my jeans Found some crumbled up ones, a few tens in between and a red head named Annie, she’s still fast asleep Made me make her a promise she knows I can’t keep La da da Time to fire up that two-toned old bucket of rust Throw my amp in my case in the back of my truck Breathing my freedom with the windows rolled down Forty-six miles ‘til the next nameless town La da da Well the place is still empty when I walk in the door Stench from the beer spilling up through the floor I give a nod to sweet Lisa, she mixes the drinks Nights been hard on her, but she’s been good to me La da da Off in the shadows stands a stool and a stage Many souls before me were put on this plain Take one last breath, time to pay some more dues Won’t add up to nothing but some tips and cheap booze And the fruits of my labors where the crowd sings along Nothing short of a savior ‘til I go home alone I’m an empty, faceless, spotlight mic stand Get you high, get you low, I’m the guitar man Yeah Well I’m asked for more love songs and I play with a smile to help them hold on or forget for awhile They could fill up that jukebox with a weeks worth of pay but it can’t feel their happy, and it can’t feel their pain. La da da No drums, no pianos, no sweet harmonies it’s all in a song, and it’s all on me Won’t find no fancy, I’m a tired one man band or (won’t find no fancy, five piece band) I’m a picking and grinning guitar man And the fruits of my labors where the crowd sings along Nothing short of a savior ‘til I go home alone I’m an empty, faceless, spotlight mic stand Get you high, get you low, I’m the guitar man Well I had me a pretty baby, thought she was the one but she sure grew tired of this love on the run Said she felt sick and told me I had to choose, She’s back in Georgia and I’m here with you At the end of the night, we’ll all be best friends Then strangers til I roll through town again, I yell out, “Hey Lisa, something cold in a can, one for the road for the guitar man.” Yeah the fruits of my labors where the crowd sings along Nothing short of a savior to go home alone I’m an empty, faceless, spotlight mic stand. Get you high, get you low, I’m the guitar man Made ‘em fast, made ‘em slow for the guitar man. Patreon:   / danctutorials