Biografía:
Clawhammer banjo and guitarist from Toronto. Member of The Foggy Hogtown Boys.
Chris Coole was first attracted to the sounds of old-time and bluegrass music as a teenager growing up in Toronto, Ontario. At seventeen years old, he got his first banjo, and soon discovered the clawhammer style. Before long his love of playing traditional country music left little time for anything else and as a result led him to pursue a career as a full time musician, a road that he has happily travelled ever since.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Into]
E
[Verse 1]
E
Well its early in the morning and the sun is shining
B7
the roads kinda steep but I'm good for the climb
E A
walking and talking with my feet on fire
B7 E
I'm gonna drink from the fountain til the well runs dry
[Verse 2]
E
Well this world of ours is a very funny place
B7
and everyone wears a very funny face
E A
you sell all your silver just to get some gold
B7 E
if you don't buy in you might never grow old
[Verse 3]
E
You might never grow old and raise a family tree
B7
when your dead and gone think how lonely you'll be
E A
you might be happy now but your sure to get sad
B7 E
then you'll be sorry for the fun that you had
[Chorus]
E A7
the fun that you had
A7 E
the fun that you had
B7
there'll be hell to pay
A E
for all the fun that you had
[Break]
E7 A7
E A B7
E
[Verse 4]
E
First things first I'm gonna find an oasis
B7
drink a cup of coffee fall in love with a waitress
E A
I ain't saying I would make any beds
B7 E
but with a little bit of luck I might get there yet
[Verse 5]
E
Just messing around when you could be working
B7
I just don't care about the people smirking
E A
I ain't gonna spend my whole life wishin'
B7 E
with a pocket full of money but no time for fishin'
[Chorus]
E A7
Out in the sun
A7 E
not on the run
B7
there'll be hell to pay
A E
for all the fishin' that you done
[Break]
E7 A7
E A B7
E
[Verse 6]
E
Way down in the country they were fightin' a war
B7
shootin' each other in the name of the Lord
E A
Lord looks down says can't you see
B7 E
if you go broke don't blame it on me
[Verse 7]
E
Well it seems like were living in a big machine
B7
the whole damn thing smells like gasoline
E A
the outsides rusted and the insides broken
B7 E
and we all know it sucks but its left unspoken
[Verse 8]
E
I don't profess to know what to do
B7
but I'll tell you what, if your feelin the blues
E A
pick a guitar and commence to singin'
B7 E
get your rhythm on and keep the old songs ringin'
[Chorus]
E A7
It's a tragic cruel song
A7 E
you just can't go wrong
B7
there'll be hell to pay
A E
for all the singin' that you done
[Outro]
B7
your bound to pay
A E E7
for all the singin' you done
E
[Verse 1]
E
Well its early in the morning and the sun is shining
B7
the roads kinda steep but I'm good for the climb
E A
walking and talking with my feet on fire
B7 E
I'm gonna drink from the fountain til the well runs dry
[Verse 2]
E
Well this world of ours is a very funny place
B7
and everyone wears a very funny face
E A
you sell all your silver just to get some gold
B7 E
if you don't buy in you might never grow old
[Verse 3]
E
You might never grow old and raise a family tree
B7
when your dead and gone think how lonely you'll be
E A
you might be happy now but your sure to get sad
B7 E
then you'll be sorry for the fun that you had
[Chorus]
E A7
the fun that you had
A7 E
the fun that you had
B7
there'll be hell to pay
A E
for all the fun that you had
[Break]
E7 A7
E A B7
E
[Verse 4]
E
First things first I'm gonna find an oasis
B7
drink a cup of coffee fall in love with a waitress
E A
I ain't saying I would make any beds
B7 E
but with a little bit of luck I might get there yet
[Verse 5]
E
Just messing around when you could be working
B7
I just don't care about the people smirking
E A
I ain't gonna spend my whole life wishin'
B7 E
with a pocket full of money but no time for fishin'
[Chorus]
E A7
Out in the sun
A7 E
not on the run
B7
there'll be hell to pay
A E
for all the fishin' that you done
[Break]
E7 A7
E A B7
E
[Verse 6]
E
Way down in the country they were fightin' a war
B7
shootin' each other in the name of the Lord
E A
Lord looks down says can't you see
B7 E
if you go broke don't blame it on me
[Verse 7]
E
Well it seems like were living in a big machine
B7
the whole damn thing smells like gasoline
E A
the outsides rusted and the insides broken
B7 E
and we all know it sucks but its left unspoken
[Verse 8]
E
I don't profess to know what to do
B7
but I'll tell you what, if your feelin the blues
E A
pick a guitar and commence to singin'
B7 E
get your rhythm on and keep the old songs ringin'
[Chorus]
E A7
It's a tragic cruel song
A7 E
you just can't go wrong
B7
there'll be hell to pay
A E
for all the singin' that you done
[Outro]
B7
your bound to pay
A E E7
for all the singin' you done
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