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
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!
[Verse 1]
D
The summer wind is blowing westward
A
over the field of fresh mowed hay
Let's go up to the barn loft
D
lay back and watch the sparrows play
I can see the evening sky
A
from the holes rusted in the tin
Let's close our eyes and fall asleep
D
and listen to the storm roll in
[Chorus]
G D
It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
A
The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
G
The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack
D
of an old coal-burning train
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
[Verse 2]
D
It ain't rained in weeks
A
and now it just won't stop
All the rivers and the creeks
D
are getting fuller with every drop
If the levee holds it's ground
A
and keeps that water back
the Mississippi won't reach my
D
little tar-paper shack
[Chorus]
G D
It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
A
The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
G
The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack
D
of an old coal-burning train
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
[Verse 3]
D
Well now the sun shines on the roof
and the moonshine is in the cellar
A
and what a happy fella I am
to finally see the sun now that the rain is done
D
'cause I've had about all I can stand
I can't tell where my pond begins
A
an where my cornfield ends
The cattle done floated away
D
'cause the water's up over the fence
[Chorus]
G D
It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
A
The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
G
The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack
D
of an old coal-burning train
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
D
The summer wind is blowing westward
A
over the field of fresh mowed hay
Let's go up to the barn loft
D
lay back and watch the sparrows play
I can see the evening sky
A
from the holes rusted in the tin
Let's close our eyes and fall asleep
D
and listen to the storm roll in
[Chorus]
G D
It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
A
The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
G
The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack
D
of an old coal-burning train
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
[Verse 2]
D
It ain't rained in weeks
A
and now it just won't stop
All the rivers and the creeks
D
are getting fuller with every drop
If the levee holds it's ground
A
and keeps that water back
the Mississippi won't reach my
D
little tar-paper shack
[Chorus]
G D
It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
A
The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
G
The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack
D
of an old coal-burning train
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
[Verse 3]
D
Well now the sun shines on the roof
and the moonshine is in the cellar
A
and what a happy fella I am
to finally see the sun now that the rain is done
D
'cause I've had about all I can stand
I can't tell where my pond begins
A
an where my cornfield ends
The cattle done floated away
D
'cause the water's up over the fence
[Chorus]
G D
It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
A
The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
G
The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack
D
of an old coal-burning train
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
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