Biography:
Tom Russell (born in Los Angeles in either 1947 or 1948) is an American singer-songwriter from California, currently living in El Paso, Texas. His music incorporates elements of folk, traditional country & western, border and cowboy music of the American West. Russell's songs have been recorded by artists such as Johnny Cash, Ian Tyson, Nanci Griffith, Dave Alvin and others. In addition to his music, he is also an artist and published author.
In the 1980s Russell made four albums credited to the Tom Russell Band.
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Other songs:
- A Bowl Of Red
- A Hard Rains A
- A Land Called Way Out There
- Acres Of Corn
- Aint No More Cane On The Brazos
- Alkali
- All This Way For The Short Ride
- Amelias Railroad Flat
- America The Beautiful
- American Rivers
- Angel Of Lyon
- Beyond The Blues
- Box Of Visions
- Bucking Horse Moon
- Bus Station
- Canadian Whisky
- Carrickfergus
- Claude Dallas
- Criminology
- Cropduster
- Dance Hall Girls
- Down The Rio Grande
- East Of Woodstock West Of Viet Nam
- El Llano Estacado
- En Canadien Errant
- Evangeline Hotel
- Finding You
- Furious Love For Liz
- Gallo Del Cielo
- Guadalupe
- Gulf Coast Highway
- Hallie Lonnigan
- Hills Of Old Juarez
- If I Had A Gun
- Isaac Lewis
- Little Blue Horse
- Love Abides
- Love Makes A Fool Out Of The Wise
- Mandarin Oranges
- Manzanar
- Mineral Wells
- Navajo Rug
- Oil Field Girls
- Old Blue
- Pilgrim Land
- Racehorse Haynes
- Rambler Gambler
- Rider On An Orphan Train
- Rose Of San Joaquin
- Santa Fe At Midnight
- Sitting Bull In Venice
- Somebodys Husband Somebodys Son
- Sonoras Death Row
- Spanish Burgundy
- Stealing Electricity
- The Ballad Of Edward Abbey
- The Dutchman
- The Eyes Of Robert Duran
- The Eyes Of Roberto Duran
- The Greatest Show On Earth
- The John Bull Tin
- The Kid From Spavinaw
- The Man From God Knows Where
- The Next Thing Smokin
- The Old Rugged Cross
- The Railroad Boy
- The Rose Of Roscrae
- The Rose Of The San Joaquin
- The Santa Fe At Midnight
- The Sky Above The Mud Below
- The Water Is Wide
- Throwin Horseshoes At The Moon
- Throwing Horseshoes At The Moon
- Tonight We Ride
- Touch Of Evil
- Veterans Day
- Walkin On The Moon
- Walking On The Moon
- Wayfarin Stranger
- What Work Is
- When Sinatra Played Juarez
- When The Wolves No Longer Sing
- Where The Dream Begins
- Whos Gonna Build Your Wall
- Winnipeg
- Woodrow
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Tom Russell - Guadalupe
CAPO: 4th Fret
[Intro]
D C G
[Verse 1]
There are ghosts out in the rain tonight
Am
High up in those ancient trees
D
And I have given up without a fight
G
Another blind fool on his knees
And all the gods that I've abandoned
Am
Begin to speak in simple tongue
D
And, suddenly, I've come to know
G
That there are no roads left to run
[Verse 2]
Now it's the hour of dogs a-barking
Am
That's what the old ones used to say
D
It's first light, or it's sundown
G
Before the children cease their play
And when the mountains glow like mission wine
Am
Or turn grey like a Spanish roan
D
Ten thousand eyes will stop to worship
G
Then turn away, and head for home
[Chorus]
C
And she is reaching out her arms tonight
G
And, yes, my poverty is real
Am D
I pray roses shall rain down again
G
From Guadalupe, on her hill
C
And, who am I to doubt these mysteries
G
Cured in centuries of blood, and candle smoke?
Am D
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
G
But I am most in need of hope
[Instrumental]
G Am D G
[Verse 3]
G
She appeared to Juan Diego
Am
She left her image on his cape
D
Five hundred years of sorrow
G
Cannot destroy their deepest faith
So, here I am, your ragged disbeliever
Am
A doubting Thomas drowns in tears
D
As I watch your church sink through the earth
G
Like a heart worn down through fear
[Chorus]
C
And she is reaching out her arms tonight
G
And, yes, my poverty is real
Am D
I pray roses shall rain down again
G
From Guadalupe, on her hill
C
And, who am I to doubt these mysteries
G
Cured in centuries of blood, and candle smoke?
Am D
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
G
But I am most in need of hope
Am D
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
G
But I am most in need of hope
[Outro]
D C G
CAPO: 4th Fret
[Intro]
D C G
[Verse 1]
There are ghosts out in the rain tonight
Am
High up in those ancient trees
D
And I have given up without a fight
G
Another blind fool on his knees
And all the gods that I've abandoned
Am
Begin to speak in simple tongue
D
And, suddenly, I've come to know
G
That there are no roads left to run
[Verse 2]
Now it's the hour of dogs a-barking
Am
That's what the old ones used to say
D
It's first light, or it's sundown
G
Before the children cease their play
And when the mountains glow like mission wine
Am
Or turn grey like a Spanish roan
D
Ten thousand eyes will stop to worship
G
Then turn away, and head for home
[Chorus]
C
And she is reaching out her arms tonight
G
And, yes, my poverty is real
Am D
I pray roses shall rain down again
G
From Guadalupe, on her hill
C
And, who am I to doubt these mysteries
G
Cured in centuries of blood, and candle smoke?
Am D
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
G
But I am most in need of hope
[Instrumental]
G Am D G
[Verse 3]
G
She appeared to Juan Diego
Am
She left her image on his cape
D
Five hundred years of sorrow
G
Cannot destroy their deepest faith
So, here I am, your ragged disbeliever
Am
A doubting Thomas drowns in tears
D
As I watch your church sink through the earth
G
Like a heart worn down through fear
[Chorus]
C
And she is reaching out her arms tonight
G
And, yes, my poverty is real
Am D
I pray roses shall rain down again
G
From Guadalupe, on her hill
C
And, who am I to doubt these mysteries
G
Cured in centuries of blood, and candle smoke?
Am D
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
G
But I am most in need of hope
Am D
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
G
But I am most in need of hope
[Outro]
D C G
Tom Speight
Tom Stipe
Tom Taylor
Tom Vanstiphout
Tom Verlaine
Tomas Andersson (...)
Tomas Barfod
Tomas Del Toro
Tomas DiLeva
Tomas Estrada