Biografia:
Importante cantante y compositor de bonitas melodías folk, su primer sencillo “Taxi” logró un éxito inminente, pero sus primeros dos álbumes, “Head And Trais” y “Sniper And Other Love Songs” no disfrutarían del mismo éxito. Su tercer trabajo, “Short Stories”, permaneció en las listas unos seis meses gracias al sencillo “W.O.L.D.”. El disco “Verities And Balderdash” fue disco de oro y Chapin también consigue una nominación de la Academia por su documental “Legendary Champions” en 1968.
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Outras músicas:
- Cats In The Cradle
- Circle
- Dreams Go By
- Tangled Up Puppet
- Cat’s In The Cradle
- 30000 Pounds Of Bananas
- A Better Place To Be
- A Better Place To Be Version 2
- All My Lifes A Circle
- Any Old Kind Of Day
- Better Place To Be
- Copper
- Coreys Coming
- Coreys Coming Long
- Could You Put Your Light On Please
- Flowers Are Red
- I Wanna Learn A Love Song
- I Wonder What Happened To Him
- I Wonder What Would Happen To This World
- Jenny
- Last Of The Protest Singers
- Last Stand
- Let Time Go Lightly
- Mail Order Annie
- Mr Tanner
- November Rains
- Old Folkie
- Poor Damned Fool
- Remember When The Music
- Saturday Morning
- Sequel
- She Is Always Seventeen
- Shooting Star
- Six String Orchestra
- Story Of A Life
- Stranger With The Melodies
- Sunday Morning Sunshine
- Taxi
- The Rock
- The Shortest Story
- What Made America Famous
- Wold
- You Are The Only Song
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Thirty Thousand Pounds of Bananas
[Verse]
C C7
It was just after dark when the truck started down the
F Fm C
hill that leads Into Scranton Pennsylvania, carrying
Bb Dm7/A Gm C Bb Dm7/A Gm
30 thousand pounds of bananas, Carrying 30 thousand pounds
C C7 F
of bananas. He was a young driver just out on his
Fm C
second job, and he was carrying the next day’s pasty fruit for
G C C7
ev’ry-one in that coal scarred city where children play without despair
F Fm C
in backyard slag piles, and people manage to eat each day
Bb Dm7/A Gm C
about 30 thousand pounds of bananas,
Bb Dm7/A Gm C
yes, just about 30 thousand pounds of bananas.
[Verse]
C C7 F
He passed a sign that he should have seen, saying “Shift to low gear or
Fm C G
fifty dollar fine my friend”. He was thinking perhaps about the
C C7
warm breath woman who was waiting at the journeys end. He
F Fm C
started down the 2 mile drop, the curving road that wound
G
from the top of the hill. He was pushing on through the
C
short’ning miles that ran down to the depot; just a few more miles to
C7 F Fm C
go then he’d go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away
Bb Dm7/A Gm C
and the smell of 30 thousand pounds of bananas,
Bb Dm7/A Gm C A7
yes the smell of 30 thousand pounds of bananas.
pick up tempo
D
[Verse]
D D7 G
He was picking up speed as the cities spread its twinkling
Gm D D7
lights below him. But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the
G Gm D A
night’s delights went through him. His foot nursed the brake to slow
D
him down but the pedal floored easy without a sound. He said “Christ”
A
it was funny how he named the only man who could save him now
D
he was trapped inside a deadend hell slide riding on his
D7 G Gm D
fear hunched backed was er’ry one of those yellow green,
C Em7/Bb Am D
I’m telling you 30 thousand pounds of bananas,
C Em7/Bb Am D B7
yes there were 30 thousand pounds of bananas.
Pick up tempo
E
[Verse]
E E7 A Am E
He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade.
E7 A Am E
And he missed the thankful passing bus at 90 miles an hour.
And he said
E Bm G D E
“God make it a dream” as he rode his last ride down, he said
Bm G D A
“God make it a dream” as he rode his last ride down. And he
Am E
side-swiped nineteen neat parked cars, clipped off thirteen
A Am
telephone poles, hit two houses, bruised eight trees and
E Bm
Blue Crossed seven people, it was then that he lost his head,
E
Not to mention an arm or two before he stopped. And he
Bm
Smeared for four hundred yards along the hills that leads into
E
Scranton Pennsylvania,
Original tempo
D F#m7/C# Bm E
all those 30 thousand pounds of bananas
E7
You know the man who told me about it on the bus, as it
A Am E
went up the hill out of Scranton Pennsylvania,
Bm E
he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head and he said,
(spoken) and this is exactly what he said. “Boy it sure must have been
something. Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas
D F#m7/C# Bm
(sung) Yes there where 30 thousand pounds
E
of mashed bananas.
Pick up tempo
F F# G
Of bananas 30 thousand pounds of bananas
G# A
Got no driver now just bananaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
[Verse]
C C7
It was just after dark when the truck started down the
F Fm C
hill that leads Into Scranton Pennsylvania, carrying
Bb Dm7/A Gm C Bb Dm7/A Gm
30 thousand pounds of bananas, Carrying 30 thousand pounds
C C7 F
of bananas. He was a young driver just out on his
Fm C
second job, and he was carrying the next day’s pasty fruit for
G C C7
ev’ry-one in that coal scarred city where children play without despair
F Fm C
in backyard slag piles, and people manage to eat each day
Bb Dm7/A Gm C
about 30 thousand pounds of bananas,
Bb Dm7/A Gm C
yes, just about 30 thousand pounds of bananas.
[Verse]
C C7 F
He passed a sign that he should have seen, saying “Shift to low gear or
Fm C G
fifty dollar fine my friend”. He was thinking perhaps about the
C C7
warm breath woman who was waiting at the journeys end. He
F Fm C
started down the 2 mile drop, the curving road that wound
G
from the top of the hill. He was pushing on through the
C
short’ning miles that ran down to the depot; just a few more miles to
C7 F Fm C
go then he’d go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away
Bb Dm7/A Gm C
and the smell of 30 thousand pounds of bananas,
Bb Dm7/A Gm C A7
yes the smell of 30 thousand pounds of bananas.
pick up tempo
D
[Verse]
D D7 G
He was picking up speed as the cities spread its twinkling
Gm D D7
lights below him. But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the
G Gm D A
night’s delights went through him. His foot nursed the brake to slow
D
him down but the pedal floored easy without a sound. He said “Christ”
A
it was funny how he named the only man who could save him now
D
he was trapped inside a deadend hell slide riding on his
D7 G Gm D
fear hunched backed was er’ry one of those yellow green,
C Em7/Bb Am D
I’m telling you 30 thousand pounds of bananas,
C Em7/Bb Am D B7
yes there were 30 thousand pounds of bananas.
Pick up tempo
E
[Verse]
E E7 A Am E
He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade.
E7 A Am E
And he missed the thankful passing bus at 90 miles an hour.
And he said
E Bm G D E
“God make it a dream” as he rode his last ride down, he said
Bm G D A
“God make it a dream” as he rode his last ride down. And he
Am E
side-swiped nineteen neat parked cars, clipped off thirteen
A Am
telephone poles, hit two houses, bruised eight trees and
E Bm
Blue Crossed seven people, it was then that he lost his head,
E
Not to mention an arm or two before he stopped. And he
Bm
Smeared for four hundred yards along the hills that leads into
E
Scranton Pennsylvania,
Original tempo
D F#m7/C# Bm E
all those 30 thousand pounds of bananas
E7
You know the man who told me about it on the bus, as it
A Am E
went up the hill out of Scranton Pennsylvania,
Bm E
he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head and he said,
(spoken) and this is exactly what he said. “Boy it sure must have been
something. Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas
D F#m7/C# Bm
(sung) Yes there where 30 thousand pounds
E
of mashed bananas.
Pick up tempo
F F# G
Of bananas 30 thousand pounds of bananas
G# A
Got no driver now just bananaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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