Biografia:
As music fans we’re only ever given fragments of lives well lived, and we scrabble vicariously through them. Skinny Lister, though, have really given us as much as they can since 2009. They’ve led an endless parade gathering fans old and new, from the respected folk circuit to the riotous Download Festival, igniting pogoing mosh-pits at each. Over the past ten years they’ve travelled from rain-soaked London to the vast arteries of the USA, upgrading from narrow boat to Salty Dog Cruise
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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!
Probably not perfect but sounds pretty good to me.
G C
I was only a boy when the village I fled,
C D G
To some southern flung place all about I had read,
G C
I said give me a year and I’ll return again,
C D G
Then a year turned to two and then two turned to ten,
C Bm D
Oh and seventeen summers I gave to this city,
C Bm D
With many a lover that came and then went,
C Bm D
All the friends and the stories, I think of them dearly,
G C D G G,C,D,G
On these rotten streets my best days have been spent,
G C
I was only a boy when to London I came,
C D G
Chancing my luck on some fortune or fame,
G C
Well still they removed me, but still I remain,
C D G
That dirty old river, it runs through my veins,
C Bm D
Oh and seventeen summers I gave to this city,
C Bm D
With many a lover that came and then went,
C Bm D
All the friends and the stories, I think of them dearly,
G C D G G,C,D,G
On these rotten streets my best days have been spent,
INSTRUMENTAL
C Bm D
Oh and seventeen summers I gave to this city,
C Bm D
With many a lover that came and then went,
C Bm D
All the friends and the stories, I think of them dearly,
G C D G
On these rotten streets my best days have been spent,
G C D G
On these rotten streets my best days have been spent.
G C
I was only a boy when the village I fled,
C D G
To some southern flung place all about I had read,
G C
I said give me a year and I’ll return again,
C D G
Then a year turned to two and then two turned to ten,
C Bm D
Oh and seventeen summers I gave to this city,
C Bm D
With many a lover that came and then went,
C Bm D
All the friends and the stories, I think of them dearly,
G C D G G,C,D,G
On these rotten streets my best days have been spent,
G C
I was only a boy when to London I came,
C D G
Chancing my luck on some fortune or fame,
G C
Well still they removed me, but still I remain,
C D G
That dirty old river, it runs through my veins,
C Bm D
Oh and seventeen summers I gave to this city,
C Bm D
With many a lover that came and then went,
C Bm D
All the friends and the stories, I think of them dearly,
G C D G G,C,D,G
On these rotten streets my best days have been spent,
INSTRUMENTAL
C Bm D
Oh and seventeen summers I gave to this city,
C Bm D
With many a lover that came and then went,
C Bm D
All the friends and the stories, I think of them dearly,
G C D G
On these rotten streets my best days have been spent,
G C D G
On these rotten streets my best days have been spent.
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