Thomas Richard Paxton (nacido el 31 de Octubre de 1937) es un cantautor americano de música folk que ha continuado escribiendo, cantando y grabando música por más de 40 años. Sus canciones cubren un amplio rango de temáticas, desde lo serio y profundo hasta lo liviano y cómico.
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!
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Johnny Got A Gun - Tom Paxton
Bm, A, G, G, A, Bm (Twice)
BmAGABm Johnny's mum and dad both worked long hours, they worked on the weekends too BmAGABm Johnny was eleven, but they had no notion of what Johnny was going through ADADF# Johnny got pushed and Johnny got robbed and it made him feel chicken to run BmAGABm Big kids picked on Johnny every day, so Johnny went and got him a gun
Johnny got a gun, he didn't bring it home, he covered it with rags and dirt. On his way to school he looked both ways, then he hid it under his shirt. Johnny was afraid of going to school, there was always trouble in the hall. Fights in the boys' room, guns in the lockers and little kids bouncing off the walls.
Chorus: DA Johnny was afraid of dying young GF# Everybody he knew had a gun BmGABm So Johnny got a gun and every little thing looked cool.
First time Johnny flashed his gun everybody backed off fast. Everybody treated him differently then. Johnny felt safe at last. Johnny had a gun and everybody knew and everybody left him alone. Till he bumped a kid who was coming down the stairs and the kid had a gun of his own.
The kid pushed Johnny, Johnny went down and the kid had something to say. Pulled his gun, Johnny shot first and he blew the other kid away The police came and took away the gun, said he wouldn't need a gun any more Took him to the station, sat him in a chair And his feet didn't reach the floor.
Chorus
Johnny had a hearing plead self defence, prosecutor said no way. Judge said "you're eleven, but you're killing like a man and it's gonna be a long, long stay" Johnny's mum and dad still work long hours and knock on the unit door Sit with Johnny in the visitor's room and his feet don't reach the floor.
Chorus
GABm And his feet don't reach the floor.
Transcribed 27th January 1996 by David Linley. Comments and mistakes to [email protected]