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标题:Black Bart
艺人:Volbeat
专辑:Outlaw Gentlemen & Shady Ladies
制谱人:BeerKing
In order to emphasize the bass drum, the four lowest Eq's (32,63,125 & 250)of the 10 band EQ have been risen. I'm not sure how it will sound on other computers, but it had to be done to hear the bass drum on my computer.
PRESS F5 TO READ ABOUT EQ IF THE BASS DRUM DROWNS THE OTHER INSTRUMENTS!!PRESS F5 TO READ ABOUT EQ IF THE BASS DRUM DROWNS THE OTHER INSTRUMENTS!!PRESS F5 TO READ ABOUT EQ IF THE BASS DRUM DROWNS THE OTHER INSTRUMENTS!!PRESS F5 TO READ ABOUT EQ IF THE BASS DRUM DROWNS THE OTHER INSTRUMENTS!!PRESS F5 TO READ ABOUT EQ IF THE BASS DRUM DROWNS THE OTHER INSTRUMENTS!!Slide guitar is very difficult to re-create in a tab, it's more an indication on how to play it. Volume pedal may also be used slightlyNot easy to see, but everytime the rhythm changes to 12/8, the bpm value is for dotted quarter note.Not easy to see, but everytime the rhythm changes to 12/8, the bpm value is for dotted quarter note.Not easy to see, but everytime the rhythm changes to 12/8, the bpm value is for dotted quarter note.Not easy to see, but everytime the rhythm changes to 12/8, the bpm value is for dotted quarter note.Not easy to see, but everytime the rhythm changes to 12/8, the bpm value is for dotted quarter note.Working out guitar solos is not my strongest ability, so this is probably way off :P
A man appeared before Wells Fargo
Wells Fargo's stage driver man
wearing a long white linen
and a dust flour sack over his head
Pointed a double barreled shotgun
at the driver and forced him to halt
please throw down your box sir
and madame please O don't need your money or pearls
They call him Black Bart P08
the highway bandit po8try man
leaving his poem disappeared
like a ghost on his own all on his own
the road he owns
Rise Black Bart rise I'm calling
calling your spirit out
dust off your hat and hatchet
there are boxes out there with your name and mark
The road has been cold and lonely
the road has been out of good tales
let's shake up some dust
we'll be opening the box like before just like before
and leave a poem
For honor and for riches
I've labored long and hard for the bread
but on my corns too long you tread
you fine haired sons of bitches