Biografia:
David Mallett plays folk songs founded on his experiences of New England but tackling current global issues. The song structures are simple without being trite and direct without being rude. He is able to evoke beauty in a way which is violently moving.
He performed first age 10 as a child duo with his brother. He flirted with Nashville in the 1970's but the glitzy country scene didn't fit his approach or priorities. More recently he has developed a raw edge which gives his songs even more impact.
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[Intro]
C
[Verse 1]
C
You might have a pocket full of fifty dollar bills,
C
You might have a doctor, givin' you them pills,
F C
You might have a preacher, that tells you, you ain't ever gonna die.
[Verse 2]
C
You might do your best to make your mark and keep the pace,
C
You might run the fastest, and never win the race,
F C
Every night you dream of, some fire burnin' up in the sky.
[Chorus]
Am
Whatever keeps you movin' man,
F C
Whatever gets you by.
[Interlude]
C F C
[Verse 3]
C
You might be a farmer, eighteen hours a day,
C
You might be a travelin man, tryin' to find your way,
F C
You might be the the kind of man, who sits around and wonders why.
[Verse 4]
C
You might have some pimpin' wheels, on your pickup truck,
C
You might do 'bout anything, for a hundred bucks,
F C
You might be the kind of man, that always gets the biggest piece of pie.
[Chorus]
Am
Whatever keeps you movin' man,
F C
Whatever gets you by.
[Interlude]
C C F C Am F C
[Verse 5]
C
You might have a rumage sale, out there on your lawn,
C
You might have an old dog, miss you when your gone,
F C
You might have a women, wakes up with a twinkle in her eye.
[Verse 6]
C
You might have a motor-cycle runnin' down the road,
C
You might have a eighteen wheeler, haulin' heavy loads,
F C
You migh have a 57 cheverolet, with flames on the side.
[Chorus]
Am
Whatever keeps you movin' man,
F C
Whatever gets you by.
[Chorus]
Am
Whatever keeps you movin' man,
F C
Whatever gets you by.
[Chorus]
Am
Whatever keeps you movin' man,
F C
Whatever gets you by.
[Outro]
Am F C
Am F C
Am F C
C
[Verse 1]
C
You might have a pocket full of fifty dollar bills,
C
You might have a doctor, givin' you them pills,
F C
You might have a preacher, that tells you, you ain't ever gonna die.
[Verse 2]
C
You might do your best to make your mark and keep the pace,
C
You might run the fastest, and never win the race,
F C
Every night you dream of, some fire burnin' up in the sky.
[Chorus]
Am
Whatever keeps you movin' man,
F C
Whatever gets you by.
[Interlude]
C F C
[Verse 3]
C
You might be a farmer, eighteen hours a day,
C
You might be a travelin man, tryin' to find your way,
F C
You might be the the kind of man, who sits around and wonders why.
[Verse 4]
C
You might have some pimpin' wheels, on your pickup truck,
C
You might do 'bout anything, for a hundred bucks,
F C
You might be the kind of man, that always gets the biggest piece of pie.
[Chorus]
Am
Whatever keeps you movin' man,
F C
Whatever gets you by.
[Interlude]
C C F C Am F C
[Verse 5]
C
You might have a rumage sale, out there on your lawn,
C
You might have an old dog, miss you when your gone,
F C
You might have a women, wakes up with a twinkle in her eye.
[Verse 6]
C
You might have a motor-cycle runnin' down the road,
C
You might have a eighteen wheeler, haulin' heavy loads,
F C
You migh have a 57 cheverolet, with flames on the side.
[Chorus]
Am
Whatever keeps you movin' man,
F C
Whatever gets you by.
[Chorus]
Am
Whatever keeps you movin' man,
F C
Whatever gets you by.
[Chorus]
Am
Whatever keeps you movin' man,
F C
Whatever gets you by.
[Outro]
Am F C
Am F C
Am F C
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