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.
¡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!
The Field Behind the Plow 4/4 Stan Rogers 1981, on: Northwest Passage Submitted by Ken Lee Standard Tuning/ Travis Picking [email protected] Intro: One Verse Instrumental
/ G / / D - C / G Watch the / field behind the / plow, turn to / straight dark / rows, / Am / / C / / D Feel the / trickle in your / clothes, blow the / dustcake from your / nose. / G / / D - C / G Hear the / tractor's steady / roar, oh you / can't stop / now, / Am / D7 / G - C / G / There's a / quarter section / more or less to / go. / / and
/ G / / D - C / G It / figures that the / rain keeps it's / own sweet / time, / Am / / C / D You can / watch it come for / miles, but you / guess you've got a / while. / G / / D - C / G So ease the / throttle out a / hair, every / rod's a / gain, / Am / D7 / G - C / G There's / victory in / every quarter / mile. /
Chorus One:
/ D / Poor old / Kuzyk down the / road, / Em / C / G The / heartache, hail, and / hoppers brought him / down. / G - A / D / / He gave it / up and went to / town, / / and / D / / Emmet / Pierce, the other / day, / / Em / C / G Took a / heart attack and / died at forty - / two. / G / D / / G / / / / You could / see it coming / on, 'cause he / worked as hard as / you. / / / /
/ G / / D - C / G In an / hour, maybe / more, you'll be / wet clear / through, / Am / / C / D The / air is cooler / now, pull your / hat brim further / down, and / G / / D - C / G Watch the / field behind the / plow turn to / straight dark / rows. / Am / D7 / G - C / G Put a - / nother season's / promise in the / ground /
Break:
/ D / And if the / harvest's any / good, / Em / C / G The / money just might / cover all the / loans. / G / / A - D / C / D You've / mortgaged all you / own, / - buy the kids a winter / coat. / Em / C / G Take the / wife back east for / Christmas if you / can. / G / D / / G / / / / All / summer she hangs / on, when you're / so tied to the / land. / / / /
/ G / / D - C / G For the / good times come and / go, but at / least there's / rain. / Am / / C / D So this / won't be barren / ground, when Sep - / tember rolls a- / round, / G / / D - C / G So watch the / field behind the / plow, turn to / straight dark / rows. / Am / D7 / G - C / G Put a - / nother season's / promise in the / ground. / / G / / D - C / G Watch the / field behind the / plow, turn to / straight dark / rows. / Am / D7 / G - C / G Put a - / nother season's / promise in the / ground. /