Biography:
The Pozo-Seco Singers were an American folk band.
Group members Don Williams and Lofton Kline played together under the name The Strangers Two in Corpus Christi, Texas. When Susan Taylor joined the group, they took the name Pozo-Seco Singers. In 1965 they signed with Columbia Records and released several albums. They broke up in 1970; Williams went on to a highly successful solo career in country music.
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Time (Columbia Records, 1966) US #127
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I'll Be Gone:Pozo Seco Singers.
#34 Easy Listening and #92 on BB
Hot 100 on COLUMBIA Records in 1966.
INTRO: Eb Fm Eb (x2)
#1.
Eb Fm
When the quiet evening comes and the village
Ab Fm Bb
softly lies, twinkling in the shadow of the
Eb
mountain.
Eb Ab
When the twilight's muffled drums play tattoos
Bb
to the skies, and the heavens close their eyes,
Eb
I'll be gone.
#2.
Eb Fm
When the fisher folds his net, makes his craft
Bb Eb
secure, and gazes to the west for signs of weather.
Eb Ab
When he thinks of his table set, his children at
Bb Eb
the door, as he plods along the shore..I'll be gone.
INTERLUDE: Eb Bb Eb
#3.
Eb Fm
When the merchant draws his shade, counts the day’s
Bb Eb
receipts, and smiles, recalling bits of idle gossip.
Eb Ab
When the entries all are made in the ledger's tidy
Bb Eb
sheets as he shuffles down the streets..I'll be gone.
OUTRO:
Eb Fm
Tis pretty, but is chains, and I must be free.
Bb Eb
So, fare-thee-well, ye full, contented fellow.
Eb Ab Bb
No quiet life for me, no home, no family, now, and
Eb
endlessly..I'll be gone.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
#34 Easy Listening and #92 on BB
Hot 100 on COLUMBIA Records in 1966.
INTRO: Eb Fm Eb (x2)
#1.
Eb Fm
When the quiet evening comes and the village
Ab Fm Bb
softly lies, twinkling in the shadow of the
Eb
mountain.
Eb Ab
When the twilight's muffled drums play tattoos
Bb
to the skies, and the heavens close their eyes,
Eb
I'll be gone.
#2.
Eb Fm
When the fisher folds his net, makes his craft
Bb Eb
secure, and gazes to the west for signs of weather.
Eb Ab
When he thinks of his table set, his children at
Bb Eb
the door, as he plods along the shore..I'll be gone.
INTERLUDE: Eb Bb Eb
#3.
Eb Fm
When the merchant draws his shade, counts the day’s
Bb Eb
receipts, and smiles, recalling bits of idle gossip.
Eb Ab
When the entries all are made in the ledger's tidy
Bb Eb
sheets as he shuffles down the streets..I'll be gone.
OUTRO:
Eb Fm
Tis pretty, but is chains, and I must be free.
Bb Eb
So, fare-thee-well, ye full, contented fellow.
Eb Ab Bb
No quiet life for me, no home, no family, now, and
Eb
endlessly..I'll be gone.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
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