Biografia:
William Elliott Whitmore (born 1978, Iowa) is an American blues vocalist and musician from Lee County, Iowa. He has recorded a number of albums released on Southern Records. His act mostly consists of playing the banjo or guitar while singing, though on occasion he performs a cappella. While he has earned much acclaim from the folk, blues and alt-country communities he is also rooted in the hardcore punk community. He found a close friendship in the members of Ten Grand with whom he traveled and opened for on many tours.
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Outras músicas:
- Burn My Body
- Diggin My Grave
- Does Me No Good
- Dry
- Everything Gets Gone
- Field Song
- Gravel Road
- Hell Or High Water
- Im Not Feeling Ay Pain
- Johnny Law
- Lee County Flood
- Lets Do Something Impossible
- Not Feeling Any Pain
- Old Devils
- One Mans Shame
- Pine Box
- Porchlight
- Red Buds
- Sally Bangs
- Sorest Of Eyes
- Take It On The Chin
- Theres Hope For You
- When Push Comes To Love
- Youve Already Gone
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Intro: F Bb F C F
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
C F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
C F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
Vers.
It was the year of ought one and our life had begun
Bb F
no perils could make us distraught
Together we stood through bad and through good
C F
no hardships that couldn't be fought
She fell ill one dark winter's night
Bb F
and before too long she passed
It would prove to be true my whole life through
C F
that nothing good would last
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
C F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
Cm F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
Vers.
It all ended that day when I saw her ride away
Bb F
in the back of that long black hearse
I remember so well my personal hell
began on this here Earth
Bb F
I've half the heart I used to have and half the will to go on
I've got half a mind to drink myself blind
C Fm F
now that my darlin' is gone
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
C F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
Cm F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
Vers.
Now the winter's teeth are biting down
Bb F
and it chills me to the bone
To think about that cold mattress
C F
and sleeping all alone
So now I know what I must do
Bb F
the path ahead of me is clear
I must join her now wherever she's at
C F
'cause I ain't doin' no good here
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
Ab F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
C F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
C F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
C F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
Vers.
It was the year of ought one and our life had begun
Bb F
no perils could make us distraught
Together we stood through bad and through good
C F
no hardships that couldn't be fought
She fell ill one dark winter's night
Bb F
and before too long she passed
It would prove to be true my whole life through
C F
that nothing good would last
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
C F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
Cm F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
Vers.
It all ended that day when I saw her ride away
Bb F
in the back of that long black hearse
I remember so well my personal hell
began on this here Earth
Bb F
I've half the heart I used to have and half the will to go on
I've got half a mind to drink myself blind
C Fm F
now that my darlin' is gone
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
C F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
Cm F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
Vers.
Now the winter's teeth are biting down
Bb F
and it chills me to the bone
To think about that cold mattress
C F
and sleeping all alone
So now I know what I must do
Bb F
the path ahead of me is clear
I must join her now wherever she's at
C F
'cause I ain't doin' no good here
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
Ab F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
C F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
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