Biografia:
Roy Buchanan nasceu em 1939 no estado do Arkansas, EUA, mas cresceu na Califórnia. Ele foi um dos grandes guitarristas de blues/rock, dono de um estilo próprio de tocar, criava gritos harmônicos altos peculiares na sua Telecaster.
Roy comprou sua primeira guitarra em 1953 e passou a estudar o blues dos grandes guitarristas da época. Nos anos 60 tocou com diversos artistas e, no final da década, montou sua própria banda.
Na década de 70 assinou contrato com grandes gravadoras (Polydor e Atlantic) e
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[Intro]
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Down in South Carolina, in the piney woods
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Where they make sweet turpentine
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There I first saw the light of day
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Landin' on my mind
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Runnin' in the sunshine laughing
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Rollin' in the red dirt crying
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I said mmmm mmmm
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Good God have mercy
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Cannery warehouse baby, I went to school
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I eat lunch from the cans of our store
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Heatin' them up on a pot-bellied stove
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I used to keep out in the cold
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Sittin' around, you know, just tellin' lies about uh
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What I'd be when I grew old
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I said mmmm mmmm
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Good God have mercy
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Trestle track, now mama
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Where the BNN used to haul
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Freight train caught daddy one day
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He took a long, long fall
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I'd only been taught to think on life
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Never thought on death at all
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I said mmmm mmmm
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Good God have mercy
[Solo]
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Now every Sunday after church
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There'd be a meeting on the ground
A
Some good soul she would always say
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It's a shame about Frieda Brown
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Mama and the ladies they formed a society
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They run Frieda out of town
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I said mmmm mmmm
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Good God have mercy
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Daddy's on the main line, mama wants him home
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Daddy's on the main line, the kids all need him home
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Good God have mercy
E7
[Intro]
E7
Down in South Carolina, in the piney woods
E7
Where they make sweet turpentine
A
There I first saw the light of day
E7
Landin' on my mind
A
Runnin' in the sunshine laughing
E7
Rollin' in the red dirt crying
E7 C D
I said mmmm mmmm
E7
Good God have mercy
E7
Cannery warehouse baby, I went to school
E7
I eat lunch from the cans of our store
A
Heatin' them up on a pot-bellied stove
E7
I used to keep out in the cold
A
Sittin' around, you know, just tellin' lies about uh
E7
What I'd be when I grew old
E7 C D
I said mmmm mmmm
E7
Good God have mercy
E7
Trestle track, now mama
E7
Where the BNN used to haul
A
Freight train caught daddy one day
E7
He took a long, long fall
A
I'd only been taught to think on life
E7
Never thought on death at all
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I said mmmm mmmm
E7
Good God have mercy
[Solo]
E7
Now every Sunday after church
E7
There'd be a meeting on the ground
A
Some good soul she would always say
E7
It's a shame about Frieda Brown
A
Mama and the ladies they formed a society
E7
They run Frieda out of town
E7 C D
I said mmmm mmmm
E7
Good God have mercy
E7
Daddy's on the main line, mama wants him home
E7
Daddy's on the main line, the kids all need him home
E7
Good God have mercy
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