Biografia:
Barton Lee Hazlewood (1929 - 2007) foi um intérprete , compositor e produtor americano. È famoso pela composição do hit “These Boots are made for walkin”, cantado por Nancy Sinatra. Hazlewood ganhou status cult no rock underground americano por combinar country, folk e rock psicodélico durante a década de 60. Possui uma distinta voz e além de compor para Nancy Sinatra, possui vários discos gravados em parceria
com a mesma. Praticamente se aposentou do ramo musical durante as décadas de 70 e 80.
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Outras músicas:
- A House Safe For Tigers
- A Taste Of You
- After Six
- Alone
- And I Loved You Then
- Back On The Street Again
- Baghdad Knights
- Beginning To Feel Like Home
- By The Way I Still Love You
- Califia Stone Rider
- Chico
- Child
- City That Never Sleeps
- Come On Home To Me
- Come On Sunshine
- Come Spend The Morning
- Congratulations
- Dark In My Heart
- Dirtnap Stories
- Dolly And Hawkeye
- Dolly Partons Guitar
- Down From Dover
- Feathers
- Five More Miles To Folsom
- For One Moment
- Four Kinds Of Lonely
- Fridays Child
- Friendship Train
- Guitar On My Mind
- Gypsies And Indians
- Hands
- Heaven Is My Womans Love
- Hey Me Im Riding
- Holdin On Too Long
- Home Im Home
- Hutchinson Jail
- I Am A Part
- I Am You Are
- I Cant Help The Way I Feel
- I Move Around
- Id Rather Be Your Enemy
- If Its Monday Morning
- Ill Live Yesterdays
- Im Blue
- Im Glad I Never
- Im Gonna Fly
- Is Making A Little Love Out Of The Question
- Its A Nice World To Visit But Not To Live
- Its Nothing To Me
- Kari
- La Lady
- Lars Gunnar And Me
- Lets Burn Down The Cornfield
- Little Miss Sunshine Little Miss Rain
- Little War
- Long Black Train
- Love And Other Crimes
- Mansion Of Tears
- Mary
- Me And Charlie
- Me And The Wine And The City Lights
- Morning Dew
- Muddy Muddy River
- Must Have Been Something I Loved
- My Autumns Done Come
- My Finland
- Nancy And Me
- Our Little Boy Blue
- Paris Bells
- Peppermint Morning
- Poet Fool Or Bum
- Poor Man
- Rainbow Woman
- Rider On A White Horse
- Rising Star
- Run Boy Run
- Sacrifice
- Sam
- Sand
- Sand Hill Anna And The Russian Mouse
- Save A Place For Me
- Shades
- She Comes Running
- Since Youre Gone
- Six Feet Of Chain
- Sleep In The Grass
- Son Of A Gun
- Stone Lost Child
- Strangers Lovers Friends
- Suddenly Tennessee
- Ten Or Eleven Towns Ago
- The Bed
- The Fool
- The Girls In Paris
- The House Song
- The Old Man And His Guitar
- The Performer
- Them Girls
- Victims Of The Night
- Want Me
- We All Make The Flowers Grow
- When A Fool Loves A Fool
- Wind Sky Sea Sand
- Wont You Tell Your Dreams
- Words Mean Nothing
- You Turn My Head Around
- Your Sweet Love
- Your Thunder And Your Lightning
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!
It’s Nothing to Me
E C#m
Take your drink to the end of the ball, buddy
E C#m
Let her be, now don’t be a fool
E A
I assume (?) in prison
E C#m E
Than to sit down by her on that stool
Chorus:
E C#m F#m
What’s that you say, I guess you’re right
E C#m
It’s nothing to me
See that man, she belongs to him, buddy
You better drink up and go while you can
I can tell by the way he looks at you, buddy
That he sure a quick tempered jealous man
Chorus
There you are stretch out on the floor, buddy
Can you see what you made him do?
Here they come to take him up to jail buddy
And tomorrow someone will bury you
Oh well, that’s life, well, it was
It ain’t nothing to me
by: José Duarte
[email protected]
E C#m
Take your drink to the end of the ball, buddy
E C#m
Let her be, now don’t be a fool
E A
I assume (?) in prison
E C#m E
Than to sit down by her on that stool
Chorus:
E C#m F#m
What’s that you say, I guess you’re right
E C#m
It’s nothing to me
See that man, she belongs to him, buddy
You better drink up and go while you can
I can tell by the way he looks at you, buddy
That he sure a quick tempered jealous man
Chorus
There you are stretch out on the floor, buddy
Can you see what you made him do?
Here they come to take him up to jail buddy
And tomorrow someone will bury you
Oh well, that’s life, well, it was
It ain’t nothing to me
by: José Duarte
[email protected]
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