Biografia:
Slaid Cleaves (born Richard Slaid Cleaves on June 9, 1964) is an American singer-songwriter. He was born in Washington, D.C. and raised in South Berwick, Maine and Round Pond, Maine.
Slaid Cleaves’ music is marked by both the quirky blend of isolated eccentricity and steely resilience of his Yankee upbringing and the weathered soul of Texas, the state he has called home for over a decade now. First registering on the national folk scene by winning the Kerrville Folk Festival’s New Folk competition in 1992
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Outras músicas:
- Broken Down
- Drinkin' Days
- One Good Year
- Another Kind Of Blue
- Beautiful Thing
- Below
- Beyond Love
- Black T
- Borderline
- Breakfast In Hell
- Bring It On
- Broke Down
- Call It Sleep
- Cold And Lonely
- Cry
- Dance Around The Fire
- Dreams
- Drinkin Days
- Fairest Of Them All
- Flowered Dresses
- Getaway Car
- Go For The Gold
- Gods Own Yodeler
- Gone
- Green Mountains And Me
- Hard To Believe
- Hickory
- Hometown Usa
- Horses
- Horshoe Lounge
- I Bet She Does
- If I Had A Heart
- In The Rain
- Junkyard
- Key Chain
- Lydia
- Millionaire
- New Years Day
- No Angel Knows
- Not Going Down
- November Skies
- Oh Roberta
- Primer Gray
- Quick As Dreams
- Rust Belt Fields
- Sinners Prayer
- Song For June
- Still Fighting The War
- Temporary
- Texas Love Song
- This Morning I Was Born Again
- Tiger Tom Dixons Blues
- Tumbleweed Stew
- Twistin
- Voice Of Midnight
- Whim Of Iron
- Wishbone
- Without Her
- Working Stiff
- You Dont Have To Tell Me
- Youre A Mean One Mr Grinch
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Slaid Cleaves - Twistin'
CAPO: 2nd Fret
INTRO: C
F
Years ago on an April day
G C
A crowd gathered from miles around
F
Over a thousand, I heard one say
G C
All around me on the square in town
F
Ladies dressed up in their best
G C
Kids ran around and played
F
They all come to see me, I guess
G C
Me and the sheriff and a man in chains
F C
The Reverend Sam began a prayer
F C
To the women, the men, the boys and girls
F C
"We are graveyard sons and daughters
G
Passing through an unfriendly world"
C F
A few last words and down he goes
G C
Teeth bared in an awful grin
F
A cheer rises up from the crowd
G C
As I hold him, twistin' in the wind
F
Men held up their babies to see
G C
Reporters jotted down a tale
F
Hawkers brought out lemonade
G C
And the ladies headed for the hanging day sale
F
From time to time these folks would come
G C
And all but one would walk away
F
I'd shudder as the rope snapped tight
G C
But I got used to hanging day
F
Now they don't gather 'round no more
G C
Though I'm tall and stouter still
F
Now they do it all behind closed doors
G C
They say it's a better way to kill
F C
The Reverend Sam began a prayer
F C
To the women, the men, the boys and girls
F C
"We are graveyard sons and daughters
G
Passing through an unfriendly world"
C F
A few last words and down he goes
G C
Teeth bared in an awful grin
F
A cheer rises up from the crowd
G C
As I hold him, twistin' in the wind
F G
One more poor boy dead and gone
C
Twistin' in the wind
OUTRO: C
CAPO: 2nd Fret
INTRO: C
F
Years ago on an April day
G C
A crowd gathered from miles around
F
Over a thousand, I heard one say
G C
All around me on the square in town
F
Ladies dressed up in their best
G C
Kids ran around and played
F
They all come to see me, I guess
G C
Me and the sheriff and a man in chains
F C
The Reverend Sam began a prayer
F C
To the women, the men, the boys and girls
F C
"We are graveyard sons and daughters
G
Passing through an unfriendly world"
C F
A few last words and down he goes
G C
Teeth bared in an awful grin
F
A cheer rises up from the crowd
G C
As I hold him, twistin' in the wind
F
Men held up their babies to see
G C
Reporters jotted down a tale
F
Hawkers brought out lemonade
G C
And the ladies headed for the hanging day sale
F
From time to time these folks would come
G C
And all but one would walk away
F
I'd shudder as the rope snapped tight
G C
But I got used to hanging day
F
Now they don't gather 'round no more
G C
Though I'm tall and stouter still
F
Now they do it all behind closed doors
G C
They say it's a better way to kill
F C
The Reverend Sam began a prayer
F C
To the women, the men, the boys and girls
F C
"We are graveyard sons and daughters
G
Passing through an unfriendly world"
C F
A few last words and down he goes
G C
Teeth bared in an awful grin
F
A cheer rises up from the crowd
G C
As I hold him, twistin' in the wind
F G
One more poor boy dead and gone
C
Twistin' in the wind
OUTRO: C
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