Biografia:
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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Outras músicas:
- 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
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!
[Verse 1]
A D E A
Oh, once I lived in Cottonwood and owned a little farm,
D A
But I was called to 'Dixie', which gave me much alarm;
D A
To raise the cane and cotton I right away must go,
D E A
But the reason why they sent me, I'm sure I do not know.
[Verse 2]
D E A
I yoked old Jim and Bally up all for to make a start;
D A
To leave my house and garden, it almost broke my heart.
D A
We moved along quite slowly and often looked behind,
D E A
For the sands and rocks or 'Dixie' kept runnin' through my mind.
[Verse 3]
G D E A
At length we reached the 'Black Ridge' where I broke my wagon down;
D A
I could not find a carpenter, we're twenty miles from town,
D A
So with a clumsy cedar pole I fixed an awkward slide;
D E A
My wagon pulled so heavy that Betsy could not ride.
[Verse 4]
D E A
While Betsy was a-walking, I told her to take care,
D A
When all upon a sudden, she struck a prickly pear.
D A
Then she began to blubber out as loud as she could bawl:
D E A
"If I was back in cottonwood, I would not come at all."
[Verse 5]
D E A
And when we reached the Sandy, we could not move at all
For poor old Jim and Bally began to puff and bawl.
D A
I whipped and swore a little, but could not make the rout,
D E A
For myself, the team, and Betsy we're all of us give out.
[Verse 6]
D E A
And next we got to Washington where there we stayed a while,
D A
To see if April showers would make the verdure smile.
D A
But, oh, I was mistaken and so I went away
D E A
For the red hills of November looked just the same in May.
[Verse 7]
D E A
I feel so sad and lonely now, there's nothing here to cheer,
D A
Except prophetic sermons which we very often hear;
D A
They'll hand them out by dozens and prove them by the book
D E A
I'd rather have some roasting-ears to stay at home and cook.
[Verse 8]
D E A
I feel so weak and hungry now, I think I'm nearly dead;
D A
'Tis seven weeks next Sunday since I have tasted bread;
Of carrot tops and lucerne greens we have enough to eat,
D E A
But I'd like to change my diet off for buckwheat cakes and meat.
[Verse 9]
D E A
The hot winds whirl around me and take my breath away;
D A
I've had the chills and fever 'til I'm nearly shook to death;
D A
"All earthly tribulations are but a moment here."
D E A
And oh if I prove faithful, a righteous crown shall wear.
[Verse 10]
D E A
My wagon's sold for sorghum seed to make a little bread,
D A
And poor old Jim and Bally long long ago are dead;
D A
There's only me and Betsy left to hoe the cotton tree
D E A
May Heaven help the 'Dixie-ite', wherever he may be.
A D E A
Oh, once I lived in Cottonwood and owned a little farm,
D A
But I was called to 'Dixie', which gave me much alarm;
D A
To raise the cane and cotton I right away must go,
D E A
But the reason why they sent me, I'm sure I do not know.
[Verse 2]
D E A
I yoked old Jim and Bally up all for to make a start;
D A
To leave my house and garden, it almost broke my heart.
D A
We moved along quite slowly and often looked behind,
D E A
For the sands and rocks or 'Dixie' kept runnin' through my mind.
[Verse 3]
G D E A
At length we reached the 'Black Ridge' where I broke my wagon down;
D A
I could not find a carpenter, we're twenty miles from town,
D A
So with a clumsy cedar pole I fixed an awkward slide;
D E A
My wagon pulled so heavy that Betsy could not ride.
[Verse 4]
D E A
While Betsy was a-walking, I told her to take care,
D A
When all upon a sudden, she struck a prickly pear.
D A
Then she began to blubber out as loud as she could bawl:
D E A
"If I was back in cottonwood, I would not come at all."
[Verse 5]
D E A
And when we reached the Sandy, we could not move at all
For poor old Jim and Bally began to puff and bawl.
D A
I whipped and swore a little, but could not make the rout,
D E A
For myself, the team, and Betsy we're all of us give out.
[Verse 6]
D E A
And next we got to Washington where there we stayed a while,
D A
To see if April showers would make the verdure smile.
D A
But, oh, I was mistaken and so I went away
D E A
For the red hills of November looked just the same in May.
[Verse 7]
D E A
I feel so sad and lonely now, there's nothing here to cheer,
D A
Except prophetic sermons which we very often hear;
D A
They'll hand them out by dozens and prove them by the book
D E A
I'd rather have some roasting-ears to stay at home and cook.
[Verse 8]
D E A
I feel so weak and hungry now, I think I'm nearly dead;
D A
'Tis seven weeks next Sunday since I have tasted bread;
Of carrot tops and lucerne greens we have enough to eat,
D E A
But I'd like to change my diet off for buckwheat cakes and meat.
[Verse 9]
D E A
The hot winds whirl around me and take my breath away;
D A
I've had the chills and fever 'til I'm nearly shook to death;
D A
"All earthly tribulations are but a moment here."
D E A
And oh if I prove faithful, a righteous crown shall wear.
[Verse 10]
D E A
My wagon's sold for sorghum seed to make a little bread,
D A
And poor old Jim and Bally long long ago are dead;
D A
There's only me and Betsy left to hoe the cotton tree
D E A
May Heaven help the 'Dixie-ite', wherever he may be.
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