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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Burn my body in the Northern Field
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Let the wind blow the ashes around
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And then you will know that my wounds have been healed
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Cause Lord I'll be homeward bound
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Let the flames warm your hands
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Let the glow light your way
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These gifts to you I bestow
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And noones listenin don't bother to pray
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If you do lord I'll never know
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Well up and up the smoke will roll
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Like a cloud of frightened crows
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To Carry my not so immortal soul
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Up between the rows
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Up between the rows
E A E
Burn my body in the Northern Field
E A E
Let the wind blow the ashes around
E A E
And then you will know that my wounds have been healed
E A E
Cause lord I'll be homeward bound
A E A E
Oh lord I'll be homeward bound
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Some words that are said can cut like a saw
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My ears nearly bled at the sound
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And I cant help prepare for the springtime thaw
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cause lord ill be homeward bound
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And the frost turns to flowers
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and they all start to bloom
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and theres nothin left to hoe
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well tip one back and sing me a tune
A E A
And never let the fire grow cold
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Never let the fire grow cold
E A E
Burn my body in the Northern Field
E A E
Let the wind blow the ashes around
E A E
And then you will know that my wounds have been healed
E A E
Cause lord I'll be homeward bound
A E A E
Oh lord I'll be homeward bound
Burn my body in the Northern Field
E A E
Let the wind blow the ashes around
E A E
And then you will know that my wounds have been healed
E A E
Cause Lord I'll be homeward bound
E
Let the flames warm your hands
A E
Let the glow light your way
A E
These gifts to you I bestow
A E
And noones listenin don't bother to pray
A E
If you do lord I'll never know
E A E
Well up and up the smoke will roll
A E
Like a cloud of frightened crows
E A E
To Carry my not so immortal soul
A E A
Up between the rows
E A E
Up between the rows
E A E
Burn my body in the Northern Field
E A E
Let the wind blow the ashes around
E A E
And then you will know that my wounds have been healed
E A E
Cause lord I'll be homeward bound
A E A E
Oh lord I'll be homeward bound
E A E
Some words that are said can cut like a saw
E A E
My ears nearly bled at the sound
A E
And I cant help prepare for the springtime thaw
A E
cause lord ill be homeward bound
E
And the frost turns to flowers
A E
and they all start to bloom
A E
and theres nothin left to hoe
A E
well tip one back and sing me a tune
A E A
And never let the fire grow cold
E A E
Never let the fire grow cold
E A E
Burn my body in the Northern Field
E A E
Let the wind blow the ashes around
E A E
And then you will know that my wounds have been healed
E A E
Cause lord I'll be homeward bound
A E A E
Oh lord I'll be homeward bound
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