Eric Andersen (born 14 February 1943 in Pittsburgh) is an American folk music singer-songwriter, who has written songs recorded by Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan, Judy Collins, Linda Ronstadt, the Grateful Dead and many others. Early in his career, in the 1960s, he was part of the Greenwich Village folk scene. After two decades and sixteen albums of solo performance he became a member of the group Danko/Fjeld/Andersen.
Andersen belonged, in the early sixties, together with Phil Ochs and Bob Dylan, to the Greenwich Village folkscene in New York.
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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AmEmG We were living in a nice hotel on the avenue Louise AmCGAm Workin on a project there it was just my man and me AmEmG I was unattached back then like a puppet off his feet GAmCGAm A crazy pile of broken strings only one I had to keep GFAmG We walked around the corner saw the lights of a little bar GAmG The mood there made me curious a chance to forget awhile AmEmG Inside a couple of tables a couple rock 'n roll cassettes GAmCGAm I was drinkin rum that night with the barmaid speakin French GAm I wonder just how things have changed GAm I wonder where you are CG And I wonder if a young French girl FAm Still works in a Belgian bar AmEmG Brussels in October the yellow gray's all I recall AmCGAm The rain ran on forever like the wires on a trolley car AmEmG Walkin down the new wet streets ancient wind blowin through my heart GAmCGAm The only face I couldn't see was the face of my true love GFAmG I dreamed about the lights of Nice the rust rocks of the coast GAmG I dreamed about a frozen path to the one I missed the most AmEmG Then I guess it wasn't long before I was on my feet again AmCGAm It must have happened someplace quiet cause I don't remember when GAm I wonder just how things have changed GAm I wonder where you are CG And I wonder if a young French girl FAm Still works in a Belgian bar Am^? EmG When I look over my shoulder from the window of my train GAmCGAm I think about my man again who I heard has moved to Spain AmEmG We worked hard and we traveled some through France and Italy GAmCGAm When it rained down hard in Brussels it poured on you and me GFAmG And when my eyes got tangled in the honey colored hair GAmG Of the girl that poured the drinks that night when we were talkin there AmEmG She had eyes that seemed to drink us up and a crooked little smile Am When we sailed off for the starry night CGAm And forever took a little while GAm I wonder just how things have changed GAm I wonder where you are CG And I wonder if a young French girl FAm Still works in a Belgian bar