Biography:
Existem 2 artistas chamados "Eric Taylor"
1 - Eric Taylor, nascido em 1949, é um cantor e compositor folk estadunidense natural do Texas. Possui 7 álbuns lançados, e canções gravadas por músicos como Lile Lovett, Nanci Griffith, etc.
2 - Eric Taylor, nascido em 1987, é um cantor e compositor folk brasileiro natural de São Paulo. Possui 3 EPs lançados, e atualmente encontra-se em turnê, divulgando seu terceiro, "Big City Lights".
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
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The good times scratched a laugh from the lungs of a young man
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In a Deadwood saloon South Dakota afternoon
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And the old ones by the door with their heads to their chests
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They told lies about whiskey on a woman's breast
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Some tell the story of young Mickey Free
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Lost an eye to a buck deer in the Tongue river valley
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Some tell the story of California Joe
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He sent word that the Black Hills they was a mountain of gold
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And the gold she lay cold in their pockets
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And the sun she sets down on the trees
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And they'll thank the Lord for this land that they live in
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Where a white man well he does as he pleases
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Some flat shoed fool from the east come a running
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With some news that he read in some St Joseph paper
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And its drinks all around cause the news he's a telling
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Is the one they call crazy has been caught and been dealt with
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And the Easterner he reads the news from the paper
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And the old ones draw nearer so that they can hear better
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Well it says here that Crazy Horse was killed while he was trying to
escape
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Says is was sometime last September and don't give the exact date
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And the gold she lay cold in their pockets
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And the sun she sets down on the trees
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And they'll thank the Lord for this land that they live in
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Where a white man well he does as he pleases
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Then the talk turned back to whisky and women
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Cold nights on the plains lord fighting the Indians
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The Easterner says he'll have one more before he goes
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He gives up the paper to the Crow boy sweeps up the floor
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And the gold she lay cold in their pockets
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And the sun she sets down on the trees
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And they'll thank the Lord for this land that they live in
F Bb Gm C F
Where a white man well he does as he pleases
F F/E F/D F/C
The good times scratched a laugh from the lungs of a young man
Bb Bbmaj7 C
In a Deadwood saloon South Dakota afternoon
F F/E F/D F/C
And the old ones by the door with their heads to their chests
Bb Bbmaj7 C
They told lies about whiskey on a woman's breast
F F/E F/D F/C
Some tell the story of young Mickey Free
Bb Bbmaj7 C
Lost an eye to a buck deer in the Tongue river valley
F F/E F/D F/C
Some tell the story of California Joe
Bb Bbmaj C
He sent word that the Black Hills they was a mountain of gold
Dm Dm/C Bb
And the gold she lay cold in their pockets
Dm Dm/C Bb
And the sun she sets down on the trees
Dm Dm/C Bb
And they'll thank the Lord for this land that they live in
F Bb Gm C F
Where a white man well he does as he pleases
F F/E F/D F/C
Some flat shoed fool from the east come a running
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With some news that he read in some St Joseph paper
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And its drinks all around cause the news he's a telling
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Is the one they call crazy has been caught and been dealt with
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And the Easterner he reads the news from the paper
Bb Bbmaj7 C
And the old ones draw nearer so that they can hear better
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Well it says here that Crazy Horse was killed while he was trying to
escape
Bb Bbmaj7 C
Says is was sometime last September and don't give the exact date
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And the gold she lay cold in their pockets
Dm Dm/C Bb
And the sun she sets down on the trees
Dm Dm/C Bb
And they'll thank the Lord for this land that they live in
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Where a white man well he does as he pleases
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Then the talk turned back to whisky and women
Bb Bbmaj7 C
Cold nights on the plains lord fighting the Indians
F F/E F/D F/C
The Easterner says he'll have one more before he goes
Bb Bbmaj7 C
He gives up the paper to the Crow boy sweeps up the floor
Dm Dm/C Bb
And the gold she lay cold in their pockets
Dm Dm/C Bb
And the sun she sets down on the trees
Dm Dm/C Bb
And they'll thank the Lord for this land that they live in
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Where a white man well he does as he pleases
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