Biografia:
Born Lecil Travis Martin on September 1, 1931, in Sterrat, TX; died on April 12, 1999, in Branson, MO, of leukemia; married second wife Lloene Johnson, c. 1962; children: Tammy (first marriage), twins Larry and Lorry (with Johnson). Addresses: Website--Boxcar Willie Official Website: http://www.boxcarwillie.com.
Known as the world's favorite hobo, Boxcar Willie took a long train ride to his destination as a country music star. When he finally got there, he didn't waste a moment of his time.
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Outras músicas:
- Don't Let The Stars
- Hobo Heaven
- Winds Of Yesterday
- A Good Old Country Song
- Aint Gonna Be Your Day
- Bad News
- Big Freight Train Carry Me Home
- Boxcar Blues
- Boxcars My Home
- Cheating Wife Again
- Cold Windy City Of Chicago
- Dont Blame Me For What Happened Last Night
- Dont It Make You Wanna Be A Kid Again
- Dont It Make You Want To Be A Kid Aghain
- Dont Pretend
- Forty Acres
- Forty Nine Nights
- Fraulein
- From A Boxcar Door
- From A Rolls To The Rails
- Give Me Forty Acres
- Gypsy Lady And The Hobo
- Hee Haw Honey
- Jesus I Need To Talk To You
- Lefty Left Us Lonely
- London Leaves
- Mister Can You Spare A Dime
- My Old Kentucky Home
- Rusty Guitar Strings
- Six Days On The Road
- The Day Elvis Died
- The Man I Used To Be
- The Old Iron Trail
- Walkin Holes In My Shoes
- We Made Memories
- Whine Whistle Whine
- White Line Fever
- You Got The Kind Of Love
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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Well the old iron trail is a railroad track it runs all over our land
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And I had traveled every foot of it before I was a man
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My daddy told me stories he told me some pretty wild tales
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Of long ago when he was a beau and traveled the old iron trail
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And he said well there ain’t no sofas in a boxcar there ain’t no feather bed
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There ain’t no carpet for your feet no pillows to lay your head
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There ain’t no milk and honey there ain’t no beer and ale
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Life is hell the bread is stale out on the old iron trail
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Well I’m just like my daddy there’s hobo blood in me
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And that old iron trail that he knew so well soon was a-callin’ me
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I traveled all over this country over ever hill and dale
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Riding on an old boxcar I traveled the old iron trail
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I want’cha to know there ain't no sofas in a boxcar there ain’t no feather bed
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There ain’t no carpet for your feet no pillows to lay your head
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There ain’t no milk and honey there ain’t no beer and ale
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Life is hell the bread is stale out on the old iron trail
NC
Better listen to me boys it ain’t no life of Riley out there
Stay home never roam I know what I’m talking about
Wished I’d listened to my dad
He’s a lot smarter than I gave him credit for
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Yeah there ain’t no milk and honey there ain’t no beer and ale
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Life is hell the bread is stale out on the old iron trail
Well the old iron trail is a railroad track it runs all over our land
C F G7 C
And I had traveled every foot of it before I was a man
F C G7
My daddy told me stories he told me some pretty wild tales
C F C G7 C
Of long ago when he was a beau and traveled the old iron trail
F C G7
And he said well there ain’t no sofas in a boxcar there ain’t no feather bed
C F G7 C
There ain’t no carpet for your feet no pillows to lay your head
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There ain’t no milk and honey there ain’t no beer and ale
C F C G7 C
Life is hell the bread is stale out on the old iron trail
F C G7
Well I’m just like my daddy there’s hobo blood in me
C F G7 C
And that old iron trail that he knew so well soon was a-callin’ me
F C G7
I traveled all over this country over ever hill and dale
C F C G7 C
Riding on an old boxcar I traveled the old iron trail
F C G7
I want’cha to know there ain't no sofas in a boxcar there ain’t no feather bed
C F G7 C
There ain’t no carpet for your feet no pillows to lay your head
F C G7
There ain’t no milk and honey there ain’t no beer and ale
C F C G7 C
Life is hell the bread is stale out on the old iron trail
NC
Better listen to me boys it ain’t no life of Riley out there
Stay home never roam I know what I’m talking about
Wished I’d listened to my dad
He’s a lot smarter than I gave him credit for
F C G7
Yeah there ain’t no milk and honey there ain’t no beer and ale
C F C G7 C
Life is hell the bread is stale out on the old iron trail
Boy Pablo
Boyce Avenue
Boyfriends
Boygenius
Boys Like Girls
Brainstorm
Brancoala
Brand New
Brandi Carlile
Brandon Flowers