Biography:
David Francey is a Scottish-born Canadian folk singer-songwriter. Born on 17 November 1954 in Ayrshire, Scotland, Francey immigrated to Canada with his family at age 12. After spending much of his life doing labour such as carpentry, he began a career in folk music in 1999, quickly making a name for himself on the folk festival circuit where he continues to perform.
Since leaving construction and recording Torn Screen Door in 1999, Francey has established himself as one of today’s finest singer-songwriters.
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Other songs:
- A Conversation
- A Thousand Miles
- All Lights Burning Bright
- Ankle Tattoo
- Annies House
- Ashtabula
- Badlands
- Ballad Of Bowser Macrae
- Banks Of The Seaway
- Belgrade Train
- Bitterroot
- Blue Heart Of Texas
- Blue Skies
- Broken Glass
- Cheap Motel
- Come Rain Or Come Shine
- Evening News
- February Morning Drive
- Flowers Of Saskatchewan
- Fourth Of July
- Grateful
- Green Fields
- Gypsy Boys
- Hammers
- Hard Steel Mill
- Harm
- Highway
- Highway 95
- Highwire
- Kansas
- Long Long Road
- Long Way Home
- Lucky Man
- Midway
- Mill Towns
- Ordinary Man
- Over You
- Paper Boy
- Pretty Jackals
- Promised Land
- Rain
- Red
- Saints And Sinners
- Satellite
- Saturday Night
- Skating Rink
- So Say We All
- Solitary Wave
- St Johns Train
- Sumach Street
- Sunday Morning
- The Chief Engineer
- The Waking Hour
- Things They Do
- Tonight In My Dreams
- Wanna Be Loved
- Weather Vane
- Wind In The Wires
- Wishing Well
- Wonder
- Working Poor
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David Francey - Badlands
CAPO: 3rd Fret
INTRO: C
G
Here I am in my own Badlands
C F C G
Here I wait and here I stand
C F C G
Went searching for the distant past
F C
Found three red rocks and a piece of glass
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
G F
And the redstone, ironstone scoured land
C
Rock of ages in coloured bands
F C G
And I climbed to the top, to the top of the hill
F C
If I hadn't come down I'd be climbing still
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
G C
And the Red Deer River runs muddy and brown
F C G
Choked by the dust of the hills around
C F C G
And the sun in the sky standing still
F C
And the river's rolling and it always will
G
Through my own Badlands
F C
Through my own Badlands
G
Through my own Badlands
F C
Through my own Badlands
F C G
You can count the layers of the past and gone
F C
You can smell the rain of the coming storm
F C G
Inside my head is just the same
F C
It's cracked and dry and needing rain
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
INSTRUMENTAL: C G F C G F C
G C
And the Red Deer River runs muddy and brown
F C G
Choked by the dust of the hills around
C F C G
And the sun in the sky standing still
F C
And the river's rolling and it always will
G
Here I am in my own Badlands
C F C G
Here I wait and here I stand
C F C G
And I feel abandoned, quite alone
F C
Dust and rock and skin and bone
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
CAPO: 3rd Fret
INTRO: C
G
Here I am in my own Badlands
C F C G
Here I wait and here I stand
C F C G
Went searching for the distant past
F C
Found three red rocks and a piece of glass
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
G F
And the redstone, ironstone scoured land
C
Rock of ages in coloured bands
F C G
And I climbed to the top, to the top of the hill
F C
If I hadn't come down I'd be climbing still
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
G C
And the Red Deer River runs muddy and brown
F C G
Choked by the dust of the hills around
C F C G
And the sun in the sky standing still
F C
And the river's rolling and it always will
G
Through my own Badlands
F C
Through my own Badlands
G
Through my own Badlands
F C
Through my own Badlands
F C G
You can count the layers of the past and gone
F C
You can smell the rain of the coming storm
F C G
Inside my head is just the same
F C
It's cracked and dry and needing rain
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
INSTRUMENTAL: C G F C G F C
G C
And the Red Deer River runs muddy and brown
F C G
Choked by the dust of the hills around
C F C G
And the sun in the sky standing still
F C
And the river's rolling and it always will
G
Here I am in my own Badlands
C F C G
Here I wait and here I stand
C F C G
And I feel abandoned, quite alone
F C
Dust and rock and skin and bone
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
G
In my own Badlands
F C
In my own Badlands
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