Biografía:
Jerry Jeff Walker (born Ronald Clyde Crosby in Oneonta, New York, on 16 March 1942; died 23 October 2020) was an American country music singer and songwriter. He is best known for writing the 1968 song "Mr. Bojangles".
During the late 1950s, Crosby was a member of a local Oneonta teen band called The Tones. The band traveled to Philadelphia to audition for Dick Clark's "American Bandstand", but were turned down. Members of the band found Dick Clark's
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Otras canciones:
- Mr. Bojangles
- Pissing In The Wind
- Backsliders Wine
- Broken Toys
- Charlie Dunn
- Couldnt Do Nothin Right
- Cowboy Boots And Bathing Suits
- Dear John Letter
- Dear John Letter Lounge
- Desperados Waiting For A Train
- Dont It Make You Wanna Dance
- Dust On My Boots
- Fading Lady
- Feel Like Hank Williams Tonite
- Flowers In The Snow
- Gettin By
- Getting By
- Gonzo Compadres
- Got Lucky Last Night
- Gringo In Belize
- Hairy Ass Hillbillies
- Hairy Ass Hillbilly
- Heart Of A Saturday Night
- Hill Country Rain
- I Feel Like Hank Williams
- I Feel Like Hank Williams Tonight
- Its A Good Night For Singing
- Ive Got Boats To Build
- Jaded Lover
- La Freeway
- Leavin Texas
- Little Bird
- London Homesick Blues
- Love Changes Everything
- Mannys Hat Song
- Messin With Texas
- More Often Than Not
- Mr Bojangles
- Mr Bojangles On One Page
- My Old Man
- Navajo Rug
- No Roots In Ramblin
- Northeast Texas Women
- Old Beat Up Guitar
- Old Five And Dimers Like Me
- One Too Many Mornings
- Pickup Truck Song
- Please Let Me Be
- Pot Cant Call The Kettle Black
- Public Domain
- Railroad Lady
- Redneck Mother
- Rhythm Of The Rain
- Rockin Chair
- Rodeo Wind
- Sailing
- Sangria Wine
- Slim Chance And The Cant Hardly Playboys
- Some Go Home
- Song For The Life
- Stereo Chickens
- Stoney
- Takin It As It Comes
- That Old Beat Up Guitar
- The Dutchman
- The First Showboat
- The Moon Is Still Over Her Shoulder
- Viva Luchenbach
- What I Like About Texas
- Woman In Texas
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
D C G D
Lace your shoes with country blues, ramble down that old dusty road.
[Verse 1]
D C G D
Take your money down into town gonna get rich in the game
D C G D
You come on home drunk down at daybreak, you got no room to complain
[Chorus]
D G D
Cause the pot can't call the kettle black,
A D
cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track
G D
You can't feel nothing but your life flying by
A G
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind
[Verse 2]
D C G D
Grandpa had him a wandering eye, he must have passed it on down to me
D C G D
None of the girls are pretty as Ginny, but I like some that I see
[Chorus]
D G D
Cause the pot can't call the kettle black,
A D
cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track
G D
You can't feel nothing but your life flying by
A G
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind
[Verse 3]
D C G D
The bottom of the bottle sure makes you feel good, I like you better that way
D C G D
So clap your hands and make up a song, I hear every word that you say
[Chorus]
D G D
Cause the pot can't call the kettle black,
A D
cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track
G D
You can't feel nothing but your life flying by
A G
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind
[Outro]
D C G D
What in the world can a poor boy do but let his old rambling roll.
D C G D
Lace your shoes with country blues, ramble down that old dusty road.
[Verse 1]
D C G D
Take your money down into town gonna get rich in the game
D C G D
You come on home drunk down at daybreak, you got no room to complain
[Chorus]
D G D
Cause the pot can't call the kettle black,
A D
cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track
G D
You can't feel nothing but your life flying by
A G
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind
[Verse 2]
D C G D
Grandpa had him a wandering eye, he must have passed it on down to me
D C G D
None of the girls are pretty as Ginny, but I like some that I see
[Chorus]
D G D
Cause the pot can't call the kettle black,
A D
cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track
G D
You can't feel nothing but your life flying by
A G
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind
[Verse 3]
D C G D
The bottom of the bottle sure makes you feel good, I like you better that way
D C G D
So clap your hands and make up a song, I hear every word that you say
[Chorus]
D G D
Cause the pot can't call the kettle black,
A D
cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track
G D
You can't feel nothing but your life flying by
A G
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind
[Outro]
D C G D
What in the world can a poor boy do but let his old rambling roll.
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Jess Chambers
Jess Dickinson