Biografía:
Robert Earl Keen, Jr. (born January 11, 1956 in Houston, Texas) is an American singer-songwriter. Growing up, Keen was interested in music, sports, movies and writing. He attended Texas A&M University, enrolling in the school of journalism. Disappointed in the College Station, Texas music scene, he began playing guitar and learned to read and write music, basing his style on folk, country, blues and roots rock. In 1977 he rented a house from landlord Jack Boyett, where his neighbor was a then-unknown Lyle Lovett.
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Otras canciones:
- 4Th Of July
- 52 Vincent Black Lightning
- All I Have Is Today
- Amarillo Highway
- Armadillo Jackal
- Barbeque
- Black Baldy Stallion
- Blow You Away
- Broken End Of Love
- Copenhagen
- Corpus Christi Bay
- Cowboy Dream
- Down That Dusty Trail
- Dreadful Selfish Crime
- Everclear
- Fallin Out
- Feelin Good Again
- For Love
- Front Porch Song
- Front Porch Song2
- Furnace Fan
- Goin Down In Style
- Gringo Honeymoon
- Happy Holidays Yall
- Hello New Orleans
- I Gotta Go
- I Wanna Know
- I Would Change My Life
- If I Were King 2
- Ill Be Here For You
- Ill Go On Downtown
- Im Coming Home
- Im Going To Town
- Its The Little Things
- Jennifer Johnson And Me
- Jesse With The Long Hair
- Let The Music Play
- Levelland
- Loves A Word I Never Throw Around
- Luann
- Man Behind The Drums
- Mariano
- Merry Christmas From The Family
- Mr Wolf And Mamabear
- My New Life In Old Mexico
- My New Life Is Waiting In Old Mexico
- Night Right For Love
- No Kinda Dancer
- Not A Drop Of Rain
- On And On
- Out Here In The Middle
- Over The Waterfall
- Paint The Town Beige
- Phuck It
- Raven And The Coyote
- Ready For Confetti
- Ride
- Road Goes On Forever
- Rolling By
- Rose Hotel
- Runnin With The Night
- Shades Of Gray
- Sing One For Sister
- Sonoras Death Row
- Swervin In My Lane
- That Buckin Song
- The Bluegrass Widow
- The Five Pound Bass
- The Great Hank
- The Guy You Are With Is An Asshole
- The Man Behind The Drums
- The Road Goes On Forever
- The Road Goes On Forever And The Party Never Ends
- The Rose Hotel
- The Wild Ones
- Then Came Lo Mein
- Think It Over One Time
- Throwin Rocks
- Tom Ames Prayer
- Travelin Light
- Twisted Laurel
- Undone
- Village Inn
- Walkin Cane
- What I Really Mean
- Wild Ones
- Wild Wind Blows
- Willie
¡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!
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Sonora's Death Row
by Robert Earl Keen Jr.
Capo at 3rd fret
C Am F C
Me and the boy's we cinched up our saddles and rode to sonora last night
C Am F C
Gun's hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to fight
F C F
G
Card cheats and rustlers would run for their holes when the boys from the
old broken O
C Am F C
Rode up and reined on the street that they named Sonora's death row
Mescal is free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's from the old broken O
Saturday nights in the town of Sonora are the best in all Mexico
They've got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas who won't want to let
you go
You'd never believe such a gay happy time on the street called Sonora's
death row
Inside Amanda's we was a dancin' with all of Amanda's gals
I won some silver at seven card stud so I was out doin' my pals
But the whiskey and mescal, peso cigars drove me outside for some air
Somebody whispered "Your life or your money", I reached but my gun wasn't there
Break:
I woke up face down in Amanda's back alley aware of the fool I had been
Rushed to my pony, grabbed my Winchester and entered Amanda's again
Where I saw my partners twirling my pistols and throwing my money around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of them fell to the ground
Amanda's got silent like night in the desert, my friends stared in pure
disbelief
Amanda was kneeling beside the dead cowboy plainly expressing her grief
And as I bowed my head a trembled shot through me my six-gun was still at
my side
I felt my pockets, there was my money, I fell to my knees and I cried
A nightmare of mescal is all that it was for no one had robbed me at all
I wish I was dreaming the sound of the gallows they're testing just outside
the wall
The mescal's still free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's from the old Broken O
I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora's death row
I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora's death row
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
From: [email protected]
Sonora's Death Row
by Robert Earl Keen Jr.
Capo at 3rd fret
C Am F C
Me and the boy's we cinched up our saddles and rode to sonora last night
C Am F C
Gun's hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to fight
F C F
G
Card cheats and rustlers would run for their holes when the boys from the
old broken O
C Am F C
Rode up and reined on the street that they named Sonora's death row
Mescal is free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's from the old broken O
Saturday nights in the town of Sonora are the best in all Mexico
They've got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas who won't want to let
you go
You'd never believe such a gay happy time on the street called Sonora's
death row
Inside Amanda's we was a dancin' with all of Amanda's gals
I won some silver at seven card stud so I was out doin' my pals
But the whiskey and mescal, peso cigars drove me outside for some air
Somebody whispered "Your life or your money", I reached but my gun wasn't there
Break:
I woke up face down in Amanda's back alley aware of the fool I had been
Rushed to my pony, grabbed my Winchester and entered Amanda's again
Where I saw my partners twirling my pistols and throwing my money around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of them fell to the ground
Amanda's got silent like night in the desert, my friends stared in pure
disbelief
Amanda was kneeling beside the dead cowboy plainly expressing her grief
And as I bowed my head a trembled shot through me my six-gun was still at
my side
I felt my pockets, there was my money, I fell to my knees and I cried
A nightmare of mescal is all that it was for no one had robbed me at all
I wish I was dreaming the sound of the gallows they're testing just outside
the wall
The mescal's still free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's from the old Broken O
I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora's death row
I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora's death row
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