Biografía:
Stanley Allison Rogers (November 29, 1949 – June 2, 1983) was a Canadian folk musician and songwriter.
Rogers was noted for his rich, baritone voice and his traditional-sounding songs which were frequently inspired by Canadian history and the daily lives of working people, especially those from the fishing villages of the Maritime provinces and, later, the farms of the Canadian prairies and Great Lakes. Rogers died in a fire aboard Air Canada Flight 797 on the ground at the Greater Cincinnati Airport at the age of 33.
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Otras canciones:
- 45 Years
- Lies
- Make And Break Harbour
- Witch Of Westmoreland
- A Matter Of Heart
- Acadian Saturday Night
- Barretts Privateers
- Bluenose
- California
- Canol Road
- Cape St Marys
- Cliffs At Baccalieu
- Dark Eyed Molly
- Delivery Delayed
- Down The Road
- Evangeline
- Field Behind The Plow
- First Christmas
- Fishermans Wharf
- Fogartys Cove
- Forty
- Free In The Harbour
- Guysborough Train
- Harris And The Mare
- House Of Orange
- Jeannie C
- Leave Her Johnny Leave Her
- Let Me Fish Off Cape St Marys
- Lock
- Lookout Hill
- Love Letter
- Macdonnell On The Heights
- Mary Ellen Carter
- Northwest Passage
- Pharisee
- Sailors Rest
- Scarborough Settlers Lament
- Second Effort
- Song Of The Cradle
- Strings And Dory Plug
- Take It From Day To Day
- The Bluenose
- The Field Behind The Plow
- The Flowers Of Bermuda
- The House Of Orange
- The Idiot
- The Jeannie C
- The Maid On The Shore
- The Mary Ellen Carter
- The Rawdon Hills
- The White Collar Holler
- The Witch Of The Westmorland
- The Witch Of Westmorland
- Three Fishers
- Tiny Fish For Japan
- Turnaround
- White Squall
- Wreck Of The Athens Queen
¡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]
Am C Am C
[Verse]
Am Em G D
Well you could see it in his eyes as they strained against the night
Am Em C
And the bone-white-knuckled grip upon the road
G D Em C
Sixty-five miles into town, and a winter’s thirst to drown
G Am D
A winter still with two months left to go
Am Em G D
His eyes are too far open, his grin too hard and sore
Am Em C
His shoulders too far high to bring relief
G D Em C
But the Kopper King is hot, even if the band is not
G Am D
And it sure beats shooting whiskey-jacks and trees
[Bridge]: Am C Am C
[Verse]
Am Em G D
Then he laughs and says “It didn’t get me this time, not tonight
Am Em C
I wasn’t screaming when I hit the door.”
G D Em C
But his hands on the tabletop, will their shaking never stop
G Am D
Those hands sweep the bottles to the floor
Am Em G D
Now he’s a bear in a blood-red mackinaw with hungry dogs at bay
Am Em C
And springtime thunder in his sudden roar
G D Em C
With one wrong word he burns, and the table’s overturned
G Am D
When he’s finished there’s a dead man on the floor
[Chorus]
G Am D
Well they watched for him in Carmacks, Haines, and Carcross
G Am D
With Teslin blocked there’s nowhere else to go
Am Em C
But he hit the four-wheel-drive in Johnson’s Crossing
G Am D
Now he’s thirty-eight miles up the Canol road
G Am D
He’s thirty-eight miles up the Canol road
G Am D
In the Salmon Range at forty-eight below
[Bridge]: Am C Am C
[Verse]
Am Em G D
Well it’s God’s own neon green above the mountains here tonight
Am Em C
Throwing brittle coloured shadows on the snow
G D Em C
It’s four more hours til dawn, and the gas is almost gone
G Am D
And that bitter Yukon wind begins to blow
Am Em G D
Now you can see it in his eyes as they glitter in the light
Am Em C
And the bone-white rime of frost around his brow
G D Em C
Too late the dawn has come, that Yukon winter has won
G Am D
And he’s got his cure for cabin fever now
[Chorus]
G Am D
Well they watched for him in Carmacks, Haines, and Carcross
G Am D
With Teslin blocked there’s nowhere else to go
Am Em C
But he hit the four-wheel-drive in Johnson’s Crossing
G Am D
Now he’s thirty-eight miles up the Canol road
G Am D
He’s thirty-eight miles up the Canol road
G Am D
In the Salmon Range at forty-eight below
Am C Am C
[Verse]
Am Em G D
Well you could see it in his eyes as they strained against the night
Am Em C
And the bone-white-knuckled grip upon the road
G D Em C
Sixty-five miles into town, and a winter’s thirst to drown
G Am D
A winter still with two months left to go
Am Em G D
His eyes are too far open, his grin too hard and sore
Am Em C
His shoulders too far high to bring relief
G D Em C
But the Kopper King is hot, even if the band is not
G Am D
And it sure beats shooting whiskey-jacks and trees
[Bridge]: Am C Am C
[Verse]
Am Em G D
Then he laughs and says “It didn’t get me this time, not tonight
Am Em C
I wasn’t screaming when I hit the door.”
G D Em C
But his hands on the tabletop, will their shaking never stop
G Am D
Those hands sweep the bottles to the floor
Am Em G D
Now he’s a bear in a blood-red mackinaw with hungry dogs at bay
Am Em C
And springtime thunder in his sudden roar
G D Em C
With one wrong word he burns, and the table’s overturned
G Am D
When he’s finished there’s a dead man on the floor
[Chorus]
G Am D
Well they watched for him in Carmacks, Haines, and Carcross
G Am D
With Teslin blocked there’s nowhere else to go
Am Em C
But he hit the four-wheel-drive in Johnson’s Crossing
G Am D
Now he’s thirty-eight miles up the Canol road
G Am D
He’s thirty-eight miles up the Canol road
G Am D
In the Salmon Range at forty-eight below
[Bridge]: Am C Am C
[Verse]
Am Em G D
Well it’s God’s own neon green above the mountains here tonight
Am Em C
Throwing brittle coloured shadows on the snow
G D Em C
It’s four more hours til dawn, and the gas is almost gone
G Am D
And that bitter Yukon wind begins to blow
Am Em G D
Now you can see it in his eyes as they glitter in the light
Am Em C
And the bone-white rime of frost around his brow
G D Em C
Too late the dawn has come, that Yukon winter has won
G Am D
And he’s got his cure for cabin fever now
[Chorus]
G Am D
Well they watched for him in Carmacks, Haines, and Carcross
G Am D
With Teslin blocked there’s nowhere else to go
Am Em C
But he hit the four-wheel-drive in Johnson’s Crossing
G Am D
Now he’s thirty-eight miles up the Canol road
G Am D
He’s thirty-eight miles up the Canol road
G Am D
In the Salmon Range at forty-eight below
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