Robert Allen Zimmerman, mais conhecido como Bob Dylan nasceu em Minnesota no ano de 1941. Aos dez anos de idade Dylan escreveu seus primeiros poemas e, ainda adolescente, aprendeu piano e guitarra sozinho. Começou cantando em grupos de rock, imitando Little Richard e Buddy Holly, mas quando foi para a Universidade de Mineapólis em 1959, voltou-se para a folk music. O primeiro álbum de Dylan foi lançado em 1962 e intitulado"Bob Dylan". No ano seguinte ele lança "The Freewhellin' Bob Dylan" que trazia "Blowin' In The Wind"
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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AC#mD Oh I'm sailing away, my own true love A I'm sailing away in the morning DA Is there something I can send you from across the sea C#mEDA From the place that I'll be landing
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No there's nothing you can send me, my own true love There's nothing I wish to be owning Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean
Oh, but I just thought you might long want something fine Maybe silver or of golden Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona
If I had the stars of the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss That's all I wish to be owning
Oh, I might be gone a long ol' time And it's only that I'm asking Is there something I can send you to remember me by To make your time more easy passing
How can, how can you ask me again Well it only brings me sorrow Oh, the same thing I would want today I would want again tomorrow
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Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from his ship a-sailing Saying, I don't know when I'll be coming back again It depends on how I'm feeling
If you, my love, must think thataway I'm sure your mind is a-roaming I'm sure your thoughts are not with me But with the country where you're going
So take heed, take heed of the western wind Take heed of stormy weather And yes, there is something you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather [end on last G.]