Chuck & The Nomads

Album cover art for "Chuck & The Nomads" by Zach Gill

Zach Gill - Pop

Chuck & The Nomads

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Duration: 3:32

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[Verse 1] When he plugged in his guitar, it was a beacon Calling kids from miles around All the neighboring farm towns Seeking out the restless sounds Of Chuck and the Nomads One guitar, drums and saxophone was all they needed Played Honky Tonk and Everly Bros The teenagers of Ohio Movin' to and fro to the sounds Of Chuck and the Nomads Well the band broke up when college came Grandma recorded over the only tape Still my dad's stories inspire Of when rock 'n' roll was still a spark about to become a fire [Chorus] Chuck and the Nomads Chuck and the Nomads Summer of 1958 Rock 'n' roll in thе buckeye state With Chuck and thе Nomads [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Though he's not in the hall of fame He took the time to teach me how to play A dad sharing with his kid The stuff that mattered most to him And now it matters to me and to you hopefully [Chorus] Chuck and the Nomads Chuck and the Nomads Best band that you never heard Take it on my papa's word Chuck and the Nomads [Chorus] Chuck and the Nomads Chuck and the Nomads They played Honky Tonk and Everly Bros And the kids shook their badonkadonks Turned the bass up on his amp The American legion hall was packed And though we never heard 'em play The legend still lives on today Of Chuck and the Nomads

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Writers
  • Zach Gill