Biography:
“There's a song in there somewhere," sings Dave Gunning optimistically on his seventh album We're All Leaving, but the Pictou County, Nova Scotia performer is being far too modest.
Scoring three 2010 East Coast Music Award Nominations for Songwriter, Male Solo Recording and FACTOR Recording of the Year, and recently named as a Finalist in the Great American Song Contest and International Songwriting Competition for his song, Before The Morning Sun (co-written by James Keelaghan), Gunning is on the move.
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Other songs:
- April Girl
- As Far As This Town Goes
- Ashen Town
- Banks Of Sicily
- Before The Morning Sun
- Big Shoes
- Broom O The Cowdenknowes
- Christmas Blanket
- Colleen Malone
- Cowboys Dream
- Daddys Beer
- Do You Feel What I Feel
- Dust To Dust
- Fade On The Line
- Hard Workin Hands
- Here She Comes A Running
- House By The Stream
- House For Sale
- House Painted Green
- Kate O The Gowrie
- Love Fell In
- Made On A Monday
- New Highway
- Pasadena
- Pills Of White Mercury
- Prince Of Pictou
- Saltwater Hearts
- Shadow Over Me
- Shadows
- Silver Bells
- Smiths Rock
- Something Im Missing
- Sound The Pibroch
- The Colour Of Gone
- The Long Black Veil
- The Miners Song
- The Road Ahead
- The Weight Of My Guitar
- These Roads
- They Dont Do That No More
- Tie Me Down
- Time Slips Away
- Too Soon To Turn Back
- Twilight
- Twitters Song
- Were All Leaving
- When The Cold Weather Comes
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Dave Gunning - Before The Morning Sun
CAPO: 2nd Fret
INTRO: Am
F C G
In the valley by the river, we had a little land
F
It wasn't much to speak of, what we had was by our hands
Am F C
But the banker took it from us, at the end of two dry years
E7 Am E7 Am
Left nothing but the dust, watered by my mother's tears
F C
With all the rage that burned inside me, I rode into that town
G Am
And with my father's rifle, I shot that banker down
F C
And this isn't like the story books, there'll be no reprieve
G Am
When they take me out before the morning sun
F C
The judge was looking at me, when he brought the gavel down
G F
It echoed off the pillars, "By law son you are bound"
Am F C
Then behind those iron bars, alone to face myself
E7 Am E7 Am
With the building of the scaffold, outside my quiet prison cell
F C
I can hear the hammers pounding, I can feel my blood awaken
G Am
To a thousand freight trains running through my mind
F C
This isn't like the story books, there'll be no reprieve
G Am
When they take me out before the morning sun
F C
My father said, "Son, we'll love you 'til the end"
G F
My mother turned and hid her face, as the preacher man stepped in
Am F C
He said, "Know that god will judge you, and know that you have sinned."
E7 Am E7 Am
The long shadow of the gallows, spanned my prison cell
E7 Am E Am Em7
It made a cross upon the preacher's back, a hardened man's farewell
F C
I can hear the footsteps coming now, they're right outside my door
G Dm
With a single church bell, ringing out of time
F C
This isn't like the story books, and now the hour has come
G E7 Am
When they take me out before the morning sun
F C
With my calloused hands behind me, like those fields in my memory
E7 G Dm
I'm staring straight, into a clear hori--zon
F C
This isn't like the story books, and now the moment's come and gone
G Am
They hang me out to face the morning sun
E7 Am
They hang me out before the morning sun
OUTRO: G F C G E7 Am
Oooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
CAPO: 2nd Fret
INTRO: Am
F C G
In the valley by the river, we had a little land
F
It wasn't much to speak of, what we had was by our hands
Am F C
But the banker took it from us, at the end of two dry years
E7 Am E7 Am
Left nothing but the dust, watered by my mother's tears
F C
With all the rage that burned inside me, I rode into that town
G Am
And with my father's rifle, I shot that banker down
F C
And this isn't like the story books, there'll be no reprieve
G Am
When they take me out before the morning sun
F C
The judge was looking at me, when he brought the gavel down
G F
It echoed off the pillars, "By law son you are bound"
Am F C
Then behind those iron bars, alone to face myself
E7 Am E7 Am
With the building of the scaffold, outside my quiet prison cell
F C
I can hear the hammers pounding, I can feel my blood awaken
G Am
To a thousand freight trains running through my mind
F C
This isn't like the story books, there'll be no reprieve
G Am
When they take me out before the morning sun
F C
My father said, "Son, we'll love you 'til the end"
G F
My mother turned and hid her face, as the preacher man stepped in
Am F C
He said, "Know that god will judge you, and know that you have sinned."
E7 Am E7 Am
The long shadow of the gallows, spanned my prison cell
E7 Am E Am Em7
It made a cross upon the preacher's back, a hardened man's farewell
F C
I can hear the footsteps coming now, they're right outside my door
G Dm
With a single church bell, ringing out of time
F C
This isn't like the story books, and now the hour has come
G E7 Am
When they take me out before the morning sun
F C
With my calloused hands behind me, like those fields in my memory
E7 G Dm
I'm staring straight, into a clear hori--zon
F C
This isn't like the story books, and now the moment's come and gone
G Am
They hang me out to face the morning sun
E7 Am
They hang me out before the morning sun
OUTRO: G F C G E7 Am
Oooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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