Named by Rolling Stone Magazine as one of 2003's Top 20 Guitarists of all-time and the recent recipient of both an Ivor Novello Award for Songwriting and the 2006 BBC Lifetime Achievement Award, the iconic British folk rock legend is one of the world's most critically acclaimed and prolific songwriters. His work is admired and recorded by such artists as Bonnie Raitt, David Byrne and Elvis Costello. From his teenage years as a founding member of the 1960's pioneering group Fairport Convention to duo work with his then-wife
¡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!
B Out in the desert there’s a soldier lying dead Vultures pecking the eyes out of his head Another day that could have been me there instead Nobody loves me here, nobody loves me here GBmGBm Dad’s Gonna Kill Me, Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
You hit the booby trap and you’re in pieces With every bullet your risk increases Old Ali Baba, he’s a different species Nobody loves me here, nobody loves me here Dad’s Gonna Kill Me, Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
D I’m dead meat in my Humevee Frankenstein I hit the road block, God knows I never hit the mine E The dice rolled and I got lucky this time GF#mBmGF#mBm Dad’s Gonna Kill Me, Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
I’ve got a wife, a kid, another on the way I might get home if I can live through today Before I came out here I never used to pray Nobody loves me here, nobody loves me here Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Dad’s in a bad mood, Dad’s got the blues It’s someone else’s mess that I didn’t choose At least we’re winning on the Fox Evening News Nobody loves me here Dad’s Gonna Kill Me, Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Dawn Patrol went out and didn’t come back Hug the wire and pray like I told you, Mac Or they’ll be shovelling bits of you into a sack Dad’s Gonna Kill Me.
And who’s that stranger walking in my dreams And whose that stranger cast a shadow ‘cross my heart And who’s that stranger, I dare speak his name Must be old Death a-walking, must be old Death a-walking Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
7 muzzle monkeys standing in a row Standing waiting for The Sandbox to blow Sitting targets in the wild west show Nobody loves me here Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Another angel got his wings this week Charbroiled with his own Willie Pete Nobody’s dying if you speak double-speak Dad’s Gonna Kill Me