Biography:
Clarence Eugene "Hank" Snow (Born May 9, 1914 in Brooklyn, Queens County, Nova Scotia; died December 20, 1999) was a Canadian country music singer-songwriter.
Perhaps best known for his distinct yodelling, he charted more than seventy singles on the Billboard country charts from 1950 until 1980, including the Number One hits 'I'm Movin' On' and 'I Don't Hurt Anymore'. Performing in lavish and colourful sequin-studded suits, Snow had a career covering six decades during which he sold more than 80 million albums
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Other songs:
- A Faded Rose A Broken Heart
- I'm Movin' On
- A Daisy A Day
- A Little Box Of Pine On The 729
- A Message From The Trade Winds
- A Pair Of Broken Hearts
- As Long As Im Dreaming
- Beggar To A King
- Between Fire And Water
- Big Wheels
- Blind Boys Dog
- Blossoms In The Springtime
- Blue Dreams
- Blue Rose Of The Rio
- Bluebird Island
- Bluer Than Blue
- Born To Be Happy
- Brand On My Heart
- Broken Dreams
- Bury Me Deep
- C
- Canadian Pacific
- Casey Jones Was His Name
- Chattanooga Choo Choo
- Galveston Rose
- Golden Rocket
- How She Could Yodel
- I Dont Hurt Anymore
- I Traded My Saddle For A Rifle
- Im Glad Im On The Inside Looking Out
- Im Movin On
- Its You Only You That I Love
- Linda Lou
- Millers Cave
- Music Makin Mama From Memp
- My Adobe Hacienda
- My Mother
- Ninety Nine Year Blues
- Nobodys Child
- Now And Then
- Rose Of Old Monterey
- Southern Cannonball
- Squid Jiggin Ground
- Stolen Moments
- The Broken Wedding Ring
- The Engineers Child
- The Gal Who Invented Kissing
- The Gold Rush Is Over
- The Rhumba Boogie
- Unfaithful
- We Met In The Hills Of Old Wyoming
- Within This Broken Heart Of Mine
- Yellow Roses
- You Pass Me By
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My Mother – Hank Snow (1945)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTfggbr9n7s
Intro: A E7 A
E7 A D A E7 A
There are friends who will want you, but just for a day,
E7 D A E7 A D A A7
There are pals you think true, but they’ll cast you away.
A D Bm A
But there’s one loving soul boy, I'd sure recommend,
A F#m E7 A
Through this whole world of sor-row, she'll be true to the end.
E7 F#m A F#m D E7
Moth-er, though her hands are all wrin-kled and old,
D Bm D F#m A
Moth-er, silver hair that has lost all the gold.
A D
You left her alone, went to roam through the years,
Bm E7 A
But all that you left her, were heartaches and tears.
D F#m
So kiss her old brow, whisper softly and true,
E7 Dm E7 Bm A
Moth-er, you're just an angel, and I, love, you.
(Original Spoken) or Sing.
E7 A D A E7 A
On the door of a cottage, a wreath sad-ly hung,
E7 D A E7 A D A A7
And a hearse stood there waiting, as the choir softly sung.
A D Bm A
There were flowers in their beauty, and the old parson he prayed,
A F#m E7 A
This was the last tribute, as they left for her grave.
E7 A D A E7 A
She won't meet you tonight son, when you crave her caress,
E7 D A E7 A D A A7
She has raised you to manhood and, now you've laid her to rest.
A D Bm A
Those flowers in their beauty, ahhh, to her they're unknown.
A F#m E7 A
Cause tonight she's with the angels, up around Gods' great throne.
E7 A D A E7 A
So don't wait that late son, to try and re-pay,
E7 D A E7 A D A A7
Give those flowers and give those treasures, and give them today.
A D Bm A
Let her know that you love her and, show her that you care.
A F#m E7 A
Cause she's your mother, God love her, she's as true as a prayer.
(Sing)
A D
So kiss her old brow, whisper softly and true;
E7 Dm E7 Bm A
Moth-er, you're just an angel, and I, love, you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTfggbr9n7s
Intro: A E7 A
E7 A D A E7 A
There are friends who will want you, but just for a day,
E7 D A E7 A D A A7
There are pals you think true, but they’ll cast you away.
A D Bm A
But there’s one loving soul boy, I'd sure recommend,
A F#m E7 A
Through this whole world of sor-row, she'll be true to the end.
E7 F#m A F#m D E7
Moth-er, though her hands are all wrin-kled and old,
D Bm D F#m A
Moth-er, silver hair that has lost all the gold.
A D
You left her alone, went to roam through the years,
Bm E7 A
But all that you left her, were heartaches and tears.
D F#m
So kiss her old brow, whisper softly and true,
E7 Dm E7 Bm A
Moth-er, you're just an angel, and I, love, you.
(Original Spoken) or Sing.
E7 A D A E7 A
On the door of a cottage, a wreath sad-ly hung,
E7 D A E7 A D A A7
And a hearse stood there waiting, as the choir softly sung.
A D Bm A
There were flowers in their beauty, and the old parson he prayed,
A F#m E7 A
This was the last tribute, as they left for her grave.
E7 A D A E7 A
She won't meet you tonight son, when you crave her caress,
E7 D A E7 A D A A7
She has raised you to manhood and, now you've laid her to rest.
A D Bm A
Those flowers in their beauty, ahhh, to her they're unknown.
A F#m E7 A
Cause tonight she's with the angels, up around Gods' great throne.
E7 A D A E7 A
So don't wait that late son, to try and re-pay,
E7 D A E7 A D A A7
Give those flowers and give those treasures, and give them today.
A D Bm A
Let her know that you love her and, show her that you care.
A F#m E7 A
Cause she's your mother, God love her, she's as true as a prayer.
(Sing)
A D
So kiss her old brow, whisper softly and true;
E7 Dm E7 Bm A
Moth-er, you're just an angel, and I, love, you.
