Biografia:
Henry Saint Clair Fredericks (born May 17, 1942), who uses the stage name Taj Mahal, is an internationally recognized blues musician with two Grammy Awards to date who folds various forms of world music into his offerings. A self-taught singer-songwriter and film composer who plays the guitar, banjo and harmonica (among many other instruments)[2], Mahal has done much to reshape the definition and scope of blues music over the course of his almost 50 year career by fusing it with nontraditional forms
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Outras músicas:
- 21St Century Gypsy Singing Lover Man
- Aint Nobodys Business
- Baby What You Want Me To Do
- Betty N Dupree
- Cakewalk Into Town
- Chevrolet
- Corinna
- Dhow Countries
- Ez Rider
- Fishing Blues
- Great Big Boat
- Im Goin Fishin
- Leavin Trunk
- Lovin In My Babys
- Mind Your Own Business
- Queen Bee
- Shady Grove
- She Knows How To Rock Me
- Six Days On The Road
- Strut
- Take A Giant Step
- The New Hula Blues
- Youre Gonna Need Somebody
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Ain't Nobody's Business - Taj Mahal
Chorus:
C F7
Champagne don't drive me crazy,Cocaine don't make me lazy
C G7
Ain't nobody's business but my own
C F7
Candy is dandy and liquor is quicker You can drink all the liquor down in Costa Rica
C G7 C
Ain't nobody's business but your own
C
You can ride a great big pink Cadillac to church on Sunday
F7
You can lay around the rack with your old lady all day Monday
C G7
Ain't nobody's business but your own
C F7
I don't care what in the world you do As long as you do what you say you going to
C G7 C
Ain't nobody's business but your own
E7
Now, I know Some of you cuties, you really good looking cuties, You go
A7 D
stepping downtown just to hang around, Standing on the corner so the fellows will say
G (talk)
"Ohhhhh, Aint she sweet!"
Chorus "Champagne don't drive..."
C
You can walk downtown in your birthday suit,
F7
I can catch you coming out of the bank with a whole lotta loot
C G7
Ain't nobody's business but your own
Now, they say
C
cocaine's for horses now it ain't for men,
F7
The doctor said it 'll kill me, but he didn't say when
C G7 C
Ain't nobody's business but my own
Bridge
E7
Now, you know sometimes I put on my straw hat,
And my stripe pants, my spatz baby,
A7
And I go trucking downtown, just to hang around.
D
Standing on the corner so the fellas can stare and say
(Talking)
G
Hey man, ain't you the brother in the '57 mercury
With the turnpike skirts and the chrome reverse wheels
The white wall tires and lights running the skirts
Was painted lime green with reversible licence plates
With windows that you can see out, can nobody see in
With four on the floor, 745 horsepower and a big stereo
Listening to Wolfman Jack say, "Ain't this X E R B, baby"
Chorus: "Champagne don't drive..."
Come on now let's try it together, one, two, three ...
C F7
Now, champagne don't drive me crazy, Cocaine don't make me lazy
C G7 G
Ain't nobody's business but my own
Repeat till end
Chorus:
C F7
Champagne don't drive me crazy,Cocaine don't make me lazy
C G7
Ain't nobody's business but my own
C F7
Candy is dandy and liquor is quicker You can drink all the liquor down in Costa Rica
C G7 C
Ain't nobody's business but your own
C
You can ride a great big pink Cadillac to church on Sunday
F7
You can lay around the rack with your old lady all day Monday
C G7
Ain't nobody's business but your own
C F7
I don't care what in the world you do As long as you do what you say you going to
C G7 C
Ain't nobody's business but your own
E7
Now, I know Some of you cuties, you really good looking cuties, You go
A7 D
stepping downtown just to hang around, Standing on the corner so the fellows will say
G (talk)
"Ohhhhh, Aint she sweet!"
Chorus "Champagne don't drive..."
C
You can walk downtown in your birthday suit,
F7
I can catch you coming out of the bank with a whole lotta loot
C G7
Ain't nobody's business but your own
Now, they say
C
cocaine's for horses now it ain't for men,
F7
The doctor said it 'll kill me, but he didn't say when
C G7 C
Ain't nobody's business but my own
Bridge
E7
Now, you know sometimes I put on my straw hat,
And my stripe pants, my spatz baby,
A7
And I go trucking downtown, just to hang around.
D
Standing on the corner so the fellas can stare and say
(Talking)
G
Hey man, ain't you the brother in the '57 mercury
With the turnpike skirts and the chrome reverse wheels
The white wall tires and lights running the skirts
Was painted lime green with reversible licence plates
With windows that you can see out, can nobody see in
With four on the floor, 745 horsepower and a big stereo
Listening to Wolfman Jack say, "Ain't this X E R B, baby"
Chorus: "Champagne don't drive..."
Come on now let's try it together, one, two, three ...
C F7
Now, champagne don't drive me crazy, Cocaine don't make me lazy
C G7 G
Ain't nobody's business but my own
Repeat till end
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