Biografía:
Mickey Newbury (May 19, 1940 - September 29, 2002) was an American singer-songwriter for Acuff-Rose Music, a critically acclaimed recording artist, and a member of the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame.
Born Milton Sims Newbury, Jr. in Houston, Texas. As a teenager, Mickey Newbury sang tenor in a moderately successful vocal group called The Embers. The group opened for several famous performers, such as Sam Cooke and Johnny Cash. Although Mickey tried to make a living off of his music by singing in clubs
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Otras canciones:
- A Fathers Prayer
- A Long Road Home
- A Storm Is Coming
- A Weed Is A Weed
- An American Trilogy
- Blue Sky Shining
- Darlin Take Care Of Yourself
- Frisco Depot
- Good Morning Dear
- Goodnight My Love
- Here Comes The Rain Baby
- Hows The Weather
- If You Ever Get To Houston Look Me Down
- It Makes Me So Sad
- Ivory Tower
- Just As Long As That Someone Is You
- Let It Go
- Let Me Sleep
- Lets Have A Party
- Lets Say Goodbye One More Time
- Looks Like Babys Gone
- Love Look At Us Now
- Lovers
- Over The Mountain
- Sail Away
- Sailor Sailor
- San Francisco Mabel Joy
- She Even Woke Me Up To Say Goodbye
- So Sad
- Some Dreams Never Die
- Some Memories Are Better Left Alone
- Song For Susan
- Sunshine
- Sweet Memories
- T Total Tommy
- The 33Rd Of August
- The Last Question In The Dead Of The Night
- The Sailor
- Three Bells For Stephen
- Time Was
- Truly Blue
- When Do We Stop Starting Over
- When The Baby In My Lady Gets The Blues
- Where Are You Darlin Tonight
- Write A Song A Song
- Yesterdays Gone
- You Only Live Once
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A Long Road Home
A C#m D A
How I long to feel the salty wind
F#m C#m D E
Off Galveston Bay in my face once again
F#m C#m D A
A warm southern wind on my weather worn skin
F#m C#m Bm E
Perhaps I would not feel so old
Now I long to hold the golden sand
In the hollow of my hand
Stand for a while there and fill in the hole
Left in the heart of a wounded old soul
A C#m D A
Here’s to tomorrow, here,s to today
F#m C#m D E
Here’s to whatever I never did say
F#m C# D Bm
Here’s to old friends who have gone seperate ways
A E A
Here’s to the memories
How I long to be in those East Texas woods
I would be in those old piney woods if I could
On a hot summer mornin' down Centerville Way
With the windows rolled down in my old Chevrolet
Just cruisin' the backroads with nothin' but time
Three nickels short of having a dime
Miles from the highway with no hill left to climb
Me and the whisperin' pine
Here’s to tomorrow, here,s to today
Here’s to whatever I never did say
Here’s to your love you are happy I pray
Out on this long stretch of Interstate 10
That ole Del Rio station just keeps rollin' right in
Many the night it was my only friend
Me and the radio
The Silver Moon Cafe was once out this way
Like Route 66 boys it too had its day
And this rusty old sign here is all that remains
My how the times have changed
They tell me ole Bud Rose hocked his guitar
Bought a ticket to Nashville to become a big star
Now he works on a bottle and he lives in a car
Do you still have your dreams
You remember the old town here yesterday
The walk from the Ryman to the Linebow Cafe
We would stop in at Tootsies and Tubbs on the way
And slowly head East down to First and Broadway
Hey look at that ole river but how it just keeps rollin'
If it was a clock I could stop I would try
I would let it roll down on about '65
Perhaps I would not feel so old
Hoist all the sails Bud to hell with the breeze
Prayed for a wind that will bend every tree
And a storm that will bring every man to his knee
Heres to the howlin' sea
Here’s to tomorrow heres to today
Here’s to whatever I never could say
Here’s to the piper the bastards been paid
Down on this long stretch of Interstate 10
El Paso to Phoenix to L.A. and then it is north to northwest
I just follow the wind
And by midnight tonight I will be home in Springfield again
A C#m D A
How I long to feel the salty wind
F#m C#m D E
Off Galveston Bay in my face once again
F#m C#m D A
A warm southern wind on my weather worn skin
F#m C#m Bm E
Perhaps I would not feel so old
Now I long to hold the golden sand
In the hollow of my hand
Stand for a while there and fill in the hole
Left in the heart of a wounded old soul
A C#m D A
Here’s to tomorrow, here,s to today
F#m C#m D E
Here’s to whatever I never did say
F#m C# D Bm
Here’s to old friends who have gone seperate ways
A E A
Here’s to the memories
How I long to be in those East Texas woods
I would be in those old piney woods if I could
On a hot summer mornin' down Centerville Way
With the windows rolled down in my old Chevrolet
Just cruisin' the backroads with nothin' but time
Three nickels short of having a dime
Miles from the highway with no hill left to climb
Me and the whisperin' pine
Here’s to tomorrow, here,s to today
Here’s to whatever I never did say
Here’s to your love you are happy I pray
Out on this long stretch of Interstate 10
That ole Del Rio station just keeps rollin' right in
Many the night it was my only friend
Me and the radio
The Silver Moon Cafe was once out this way
Like Route 66 boys it too had its day
And this rusty old sign here is all that remains
My how the times have changed
They tell me ole Bud Rose hocked his guitar
Bought a ticket to Nashville to become a big star
Now he works on a bottle and he lives in a car
Do you still have your dreams
You remember the old town here yesterday
The walk from the Ryman to the Linebow Cafe
We would stop in at Tootsies and Tubbs on the way
And slowly head East down to First and Broadway
Hey look at that ole river but how it just keeps rollin'
If it was a clock I could stop I would try
I would let it roll down on about '65
Perhaps I would not feel so old
Hoist all the sails Bud to hell with the breeze
Prayed for a wind that will bend every tree
And a storm that will bring every man to his knee
Heres to the howlin' sea
Here’s to tomorrow heres to today
Here’s to whatever I never could say
Here’s to the piper the bastards been paid
Down on this long stretch of Interstate 10
El Paso to Phoenix to L.A. and then it is north to northwest
I just follow the wind
And by midnight tonight I will be home in Springfield again
Micky & The Moto (...)
Micky Green
Micky Skeel
Micky Vainilla
Microchips
Midnight Aria
Midnight Choir
Midnight Cinema
Midnight Faces
Midnight Fusic