Christine Lavin (b. January 2, 1952) is a New York City-based singer, songwriter, and promoter of contemporary folk music. She has recorded numerous solo albums, and has also recorded with other female folk artists under the name Four Bitchin' Babes. She has also put together several compilation albums of contemporary folk artists, including On a Winter's Night.
She is known for her sense of humor, which is expressed in both her music and her onstage performances.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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RAMBLING WALTZ (Christine Lavin) -------------------------------- [Actually in Bb; capo 3.] [Each chord is one 3/4 measure.] [* after an Am means it has a hammer-on from 0 to 1 on the B string.] [* after a D means it has a hammer-on from 0 to 2 on the E string.]
GCGCGCGC [intro]
GGAmAm* Alone on the stage, you're a cowboy in lights DD* CG Charming the audience, night after night GGAmAm* They clap their hands for you, they all wish you well DD* CDD* Dsus4D They go home to families, you go home to hotels
Well there's cranky bartenders, old chambermaids Young waitresses who might like to get laid Some treat you with contempt, and some with respect Their faces stay with you, their names you forget
AmGAmG You're a rambler, a singer of songs AmGCDD* Dsus4D Women don't understand, and don't wait for you long GGAmAm* Now you gotta keep moving, travelling on DD* CGCGC The road's calling you, and you wish you were gone
Well, some call you a rambler, some call you a rogue Some think you're a gambler, some think you're a joke If I knew you better, I might not agree But all I know of you is what I can see
With guitar in your hand and the light in your eyes You come on so strong, you appear to be wise When it's all over, you've nothing to so But sit in some barroom and down quite a few
You're a rambler, a singer of songs Women don't understand, and don't stay with you for very long Now you gotta keep moving, travelling on The road's calling you, and you wish you were gone
Oh you're tired of the East Coast, you long for the West Where the sun always shines, and the beer tastes the best But you need what you're getting up there on the stage And you like making more than a journeyman's wage
So you're trapped in the music that you do so well You're trapped in the comforts of fancy hotels It's nothing you've said, I just think I can tell If you had your way, you'd be gone
You're a rambler, a singer of songs Women don't understand, and don't love you for long Now you gotta keep moving, travelling on The road's calling you, and you wish you were gone
GGAmAm* Now you gotta keep moving, travelling on D [stop] C [stop] GCGCGCG. The road's calling you, now you're gone
TAB:
The intro uses this picking pattern, and the rest of the song is similar, but I can't exactly figure it out.
GC E ------3-----|------3-----| B 0-----------|-1----------| G --------0---|--------0---| D ----0-------|----2-------| A ------------|3-----------| E 3-----------|------------| ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ . ^ .