Biografía:
Rosalie Sorrels (Rosalie Ann Stringfellow, Boise, Idaho, June 24, 1933 - June 11, 2017) was an American folk singer, guitarist and songwriter.
She began her public career as a singer and collector of traditional folksongs in the late 1950s. During the early 1960s she left her husband and began traveling and performing at music festivals and clubs throughout the United States. She and her five children traveled across the country as she worked to support her family and establish herself as a performer.
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Otras canciones:
- Borderline Heart
- Brigham Young
- Come And Be My Driver
- Death Of Kathy Fiscus
- Goodbye Joe Hill
- Goodnight Loving Trail
- Gospel Snake
- I Think Of You
- If I Could Be The Rain
- Ive Got A Home Out In Utah
- Nevada Moon
- Old Buddy Goodnight
- Philadelphia Lawyer
- Rock Me To Sleep
- Some Other Place Some Other Time
- Starlight On The Rails
- That Girl Played Injun With Me
- The Fox
- The Wreck Of The Old Number Nine
- Tying Knots In The Devils Tail
- Utahs Dixie
- Way Out In Idaho
¡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!
[Verse 1]
A Bm
Too old to wrangle or ride on the swing,
E Bm A
You beat the triangle and curse everything.
D
If dirt was a kingdom, then you'd be the king.
[Chorus]
A E A D
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail,
A Bm E
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
A E A D
And your french harp blows like a low bawling calf
Bm
It's a wonder the wind, don't tear off your skin.
E D A
Get in there blow out the light
[Verse 2]
Bm
With your snake oil and herbs and your liniments, too,
E Bm A
You can do anything that a doctor can do,
D
Except find a cure for your own God damned stew
[Chorus]
A E A D
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail,
A Bm E
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
A E A D
And your french harp blows like a low bawling calf.
Bm
It's a wonder the wind, don't tear off your skin.
E D A
Get in there blow out the light
[Verse 3]
Bm
Well the cookfire is out and the coffee's all gone,
E A
The boys are all up and they're raising the dawn.
D
You're still sitting there all lost in a song.
[Chorus]
A E A D
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail,
A Bm E
Our old woman's lonesome tonight.
A E A D
And your french harp blows like a low bawling calf.
Bm
And it's a wonder the wind, don't tear off your skin.
E D A
Get in there blow out the light
[Instrumental]
A Bm E A D A E A D Bm A Bm A D A D E D A
[Verse 4]
A Bm
Now I know some day I'm gonna be just the same,
E A
Wearing an apron instead of a name.
D
No one can change it, and no one's to blame
[Verse 5]
A Bm E
Cause the desert's a book wrote in lizards and sage,
A
And it's easy to look like an old torn out page,
D
Faded and cracked and the colors of age.
[Chorus]
A E A D
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail,
A Bm E
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
A E A D
And your french harp blows like a low bawling calf.
Bm
And it's a wonder the wind, don't tear off your skin.
E D A
Get in there blow out the light.
A Bm
Too old to wrangle or ride on the swing,
E Bm A
You beat the triangle and curse everything.
D
If dirt was a kingdom, then you'd be the king.
[Chorus]
A E A D
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail,
A Bm E
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
A E A D
And your french harp blows like a low bawling calf
Bm
It's a wonder the wind, don't tear off your skin.
E D A
Get in there blow out the light
[Verse 2]
Bm
With your snake oil and herbs and your liniments, too,
E Bm A
You can do anything that a doctor can do,
D
Except find a cure for your own God damned stew
[Chorus]
A E A D
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail,
A Bm E
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
A E A D
And your french harp blows like a low bawling calf.
Bm
It's a wonder the wind, don't tear off your skin.
E D A
Get in there blow out the light
[Verse 3]
Bm
Well the cookfire is out and the coffee's all gone,
E A
The boys are all up and they're raising the dawn.
D
You're still sitting there all lost in a song.
[Chorus]
A E A D
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail,
A Bm E
Our old woman's lonesome tonight.
A E A D
And your french harp blows like a low bawling calf.
Bm
And it's a wonder the wind, don't tear off your skin.
E D A
Get in there blow out the light
[Instrumental]
A Bm E A D A E A D Bm A Bm A D A D E D A
[Verse 4]
A Bm
Now I know some day I'm gonna be just the same,
E A
Wearing an apron instead of a name.
D
No one can change it, and no one's to blame
[Verse 5]
A Bm E
Cause the desert's a book wrote in lizards and sage,
A
And it's easy to look like an old torn out page,
D
Faded and cracked and the colors of age.
[Chorus]
A E A D
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail,
A Bm E
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
A E A D
And your french harp blows like a low bawling calf.
Bm
And it's a wonder the wind, don't tear off your skin.
E D A
Get in there blow out the light.
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