Biografía:
Bill Morrissey (November 25, 1951 – July 23, 2011) was an American folk singer-songwriter from New Hampshire. Many of his songs reflect the harsh realities of life in crumbling New England mill towns.
Hailing from New Hampshire in the northeastern United States, singer-songwriter Bill Morrissey wrote about everyday life on the fringes, both geographical--e.g., fading mill towns, railyards, prisons--and interpersonal--e.g., instant infatuation with an unknown woman at a bar.
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Bill Morrissey - Casey, Illinois
Key = Bb, Capo 3
[G] Feels like this motel might [Am7] explode
I [D] just can't sleep out on the [G] road
and [G] the snow it piles outside my [Am]door
and I just can't [C] call you
[Am]late at night any [G] more
[G] I set off young to make my [Am7] name
now [D] I'm not young in a young [G] man's game
Could've [G] had some wins if I'd kept [Am]score
and I just can't [C] call you [Am]late at night any [G] more
Well [Bm]through the years
each [C ]mile just added to the [Am]distance between us [G] two
[Bm]Somewhere on some road
I [C ]crossed that line I moved too [Am] far
now there's nothing I can [D] do
[G] The river forks and the highway [Am7] bends
the [D] stories fade, but they [G] never end
I [G] speak your name, and I walk the [Am] floor
and I just can't [C] call you [Am]late at night any [G] more
[G] We all do things we don't [Am7] believe
yes [D] it was me who chose [G] to leave
still [G] don't know why, or know [Am]what for
I just can't [C] call you [Am]late at night any [G] more
Well [Bm]through the years
each [C ]mile just added to the [Am]distance between us [G] two
[Bm]Somewhere on some road
I [C ]crossed that line I moved too [Am] far
now there's nothing I can [D] do
[G] After midnight I have [Am7] found
the [D] hours slow, and the clocks [G] break down
and [G] nothing moves like it did [Am]before
and I just can't [C] call you [Am]late at night any [G] more
Key = Bb, Capo 3
[G] Feels like this motel might [Am7] explode
I [D] just can't sleep out on the [G] road
and [G] the snow it piles outside my [Am]door
and I just can't [C] call you
[Am]late at night any [G] more
[G] I set off young to make my [Am7] name
now [D] I'm not young in a young [G] man's game
Could've [G] had some wins if I'd kept [Am]score
and I just can't [C] call you [Am]late at night any [G] more
Well [Bm]through the years
each [C ]mile just added to the [Am]distance between us [G] two
[Bm]Somewhere on some road
I [C ]crossed that line I moved too [Am] far
now there's nothing I can [D] do
[G] The river forks and the highway [Am7] bends
the [D] stories fade, but they [G] never end
I [G] speak your name, and I walk the [Am] floor
and I just can't [C] call you [Am]late at night any [G] more
[G] We all do things we don't [Am7] believe
yes [D] it was me who chose [G] to leave
still [G] don't know why, or know [Am]what for
I just can't [C] call you [Am]late at night any [G] more
Well [Bm]through the years
each [C ]mile just added to the [Am]distance between us [G] two
[Bm]Somewhere on some road
I [C ]crossed that line I moved too [Am] far
now there's nothing I can [D] do
[G] After midnight I have [Am7] found
the [D] hours slow, and the clocks [G] break down
and [G] nothing moves like it did [Am]before
and I just can't [C] call you [Am]late at night any [G] more
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