Biografia:
Bobby Long (nascido em 18 de setembro de 1985) é um cantor/compositor britânico que possui seu extenso trabalho acústico com raízes no folk. Nascido Robert Thomas Long em Wigan, próximo a Manchester, se mudou com 4 anos de idade para Calne em Wiltshire, onde cresceu, apesar de ainda manter suas raízes em Wigan, ele atualmente vive na cidade de Nova York.
Seu primeiro álbum, "A Winter Tale" foi lançado pela ATO Records no dia 1 de fevereiro de 2011.
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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!
Bobby Long plays with no capo, But you can place one relative to the pitch of your voice..
C
Heaven is a place where people die pretty
Emaj
Stars don't lie and there's cash in the kitty
Am C
Running from the rocks, there's water for the lips
D F
To ease your mouth and bathe your fist
C
There's no need for trouble when the road's all down
Emaj
Nobody's out of work cause the mimes in town
Am C
The circus has been here twice already
D F
My throwing arm is good and my heart is steady.
F C F C
I'm dead and I'm done by the heat of the sun
Am C G
and I'll rest my hat in an Autumn field
Am C D
and I'll hang my hat in an Autumn field
G
In an Autumn field
Tell my momma not to worry
The food is sweet and the weather's been sunny
and I'm well known roundabout
The local pick pocket is a layabout
Tell my daddy oh there's no need for washing
They do it in your sleep when you're not watching
I've already had the neighbors here
Johnny Cash came around and we split a beer
I'm dead and done by the heat of the sun
and I'll rest my hat in an Autumn field
and I'll hang my hat in an Autumn field
In an Autumn field
The girls up here sure look swell
They sing like birds, I hear it's nothing like hell
The local priest says there's no need for cheatin'
The local wags call it meetin' and a greetin'
I'm dead and I'm done by the heat of the sun
and I'll rest my hat in an Autumn field
and I'll hang my hat in an Autumn field.
C
Heaven is a place where people die pretty
Emaj
Stars don't lie and there's cash in the kitty
Am C
Running from the rocks, there's water for the lips
D F
To ease your mouth and bathe your fist
C
There's no need for trouble when the road's all down
Emaj
Nobody's out of work cause the mimes in town
Am C
The circus has been here twice already
D F
My throwing arm is good and my heart is steady.
F C F C
I'm dead and I'm done by the heat of the sun
Am C G
and I'll rest my hat in an Autumn field
Am C D
and I'll hang my hat in an Autumn field
G
In an Autumn field
Tell my momma not to worry
The food is sweet and the weather's been sunny
and I'm well known roundabout
The local pick pocket is a layabout
Tell my daddy oh there's no need for washing
They do it in your sleep when you're not watching
I've already had the neighbors here
Johnny Cash came around and we split a beer
I'm dead and done by the heat of the sun
and I'll rest my hat in an Autumn field
and I'll hang my hat in an Autumn field
In an Autumn field
The girls up here sure look swell
They sing like birds, I hear it's nothing like hell
The local priest says there's no need for cheatin'
The local wags call it meetin' and a greetin'
I'm dead and I'm done by the heat of the sun
and I'll rest my hat in an Autumn field
and I'll hang my hat in an Autumn field.
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