Biografía:
Gillian Welch (2 de outubro de 1967) é uma cantora e compositora americana nascida em New York. Ela grava e se apresenta junto a seu parceiro musical e pessoal, o guitarrista David Rawlings. Seu estilo esparso e obscuro, que combina elementos musicais dos índios Apalaches, bluegrass e americana, é descrito pelo The New Yorker como “inovador e ao mesmo tempo uma reminiscência oblíqua do passado rural”.
Após graduar-se em fotografia pela Universidade de Santa Cruz e cursar pós-graduação em composição pelo Berklee College of Music
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Otras canciones:
- Barroom Girls
- Down Along The Dixie Line
- Everything Is Free
- Hard Times
- I Want To Sing That Rock And Roll
- Lua
- Make Me A Pallet
- Miner's Refrain
- Miss Ohio
- Orphan Girl
- Annabelle
- April The 14Th Part 1
- Black Star
- By The Mark
- Caleb Meyer
- Caleb Myer
- Dark Turn Of Mind
- Dear Someone
- Elvis Presley Blues
- Gamblin Man
- Good Til Now
- Good Till Now
- I Dont Want To Go Downtown
- I Dream A Highway
- I Made A Lovers Prayer
- Im Not Afraid To Die
- In Tall Buildings
- Knuckleball Catcher
- Leaving Train
- Look At Miss Ohio
- Lowlands
- Make Me A Pallet On Your Floor
- Miners Refrain
- No One Knows My Name
- One And Only
- One Little Song
- One Monkey
- One More Dollar
- Paper Wings
- Red Clay Halo
- Revelator
- Riverboat Song
- Rock Of Ages
- Silver Dagger
- Snowin On Raton
- Tear My Stillhouse Down
- Tennessee
- The Way It Goes
- The Way It Will Be
- Time The Revelator
- Way Up Saginaw Way
- Wayside Back In Time
- Waysideback In Time
- When A Cowboy Trades His Spurs For Wings
- Whiskey Girl
- Wind And Rain
- Winters Come And Gone
- Wrecking Ball
¡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!
Capo 1
[Verse 1]
Am Em7 F C
There was a Camptown man who used to plow and sing
Am Em7 F C
He loved that mule and the mule loved him
Am Em7 F C
When the day got long as it does about now
Am Em7 F C
I'd hear him singing to his muley cow
C
Calling come on my sweet old girl
C
I’d bet the whole damn world
C Em7 C F G G7
We’re gonna make it yet to the end of the row
[Chorus]
Am Em7 F C
Singing hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind
Am Em7 F C
Hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind, Bessie
Am Em7 F G
Hard times ain’t gonna rule… my mind
C
No more
[Verse 2]
He said it's a big old world, heavy in need
That big machine is just a-picking up speed
We're supping on tears and we're supping on wine
But we all get to heaven in our own sweet time
So come on you Asheville boys
Turn up your old time noise
Kick till the dust comes up from the cracks in the floor
[Chorus]
Singing hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, brother
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
No more
[Verse 3]
But the Camptown man he doesn't plow no more
I seen him walking down to the superette store
Guess he lost that nag and he forgot that song
Woke up one morning and the mule was gone
So come all ye ragtime kings
Come on you dogs that sing
Pick up your dusty old horn and give it a blow
[Chorus]
Singing hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, sugar
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
No more
[Verse 1]
Am Em7 F C
There was a Camptown man who used to plow and sing
Am Em7 F C
He loved that mule and the mule loved him
Am Em7 F C
When the day got long as it does about now
Am Em7 F C
I'd hear him singing to his muley cow
C
Calling come on my sweet old girl
C
I’d bet the whole damn world
C Em7 C F G G7
We’re gonna make it yet to the end of the row
[Chorus]
Am Em7 F C
Singing hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind
Am Em7 F C
Hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind, Bessie
Am Em7 F G
Hard times ain’t gonna rule… my mind
C
No more
[Verse 2]
He said it's a big old world, heavy in need
That big machine is just a-picking up speed
We're supping on tears and we're supping on wine
But we all get to heaven in our own sweet time
So come on you Asheville boys
Turn up your old time noise
Kick till the dust comes up from the cracks in the floor
[Chorus]
Singing hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, brother
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
No more
[Verse 3]
But the Camptown man he doesn't plow no more
I seen him walking down to the superette store
Guess he lost that nag and he forgot that song
Woke up one morning and the mule was gone
So come all ye ragtime kings
Come on you dogs that sing
Pick up your dusty old horn and give it a blow
[Chorus]
Singing hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, sugar
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
No more
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