Biografía:
Christopher Andrew 'Christy' Moore (born 7 May 1945, Newbridge, County Kildare, Ireland) is a popular Irish folk singer, songwriter, and guitarist. He is well known as one of the founding members of Planxty. His first album, Paddy on the Road (a minor release of 500) was recorded with Dominic Behan (brother of Brendan) in 1969. In 2007, he was named as Ireland's greatest living musician in RTÉ's People of the Year Awards[1].
Moore was originally a bank employee who wanted to express himself using traditional music.
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Otras canciones:
- Natives
- Spancil Hill
- The Lakes Of Pontchartrain
- A Pair Of Brown Eyes
- Aisling
- All I Remember
- Allende
- Among The Wicklow Hills
- Apair Of Brown Eyes
- Arthur Macbride
- As I Roved Out
- Back Home In Derry
- Barrowland
- Biko Drum
- Black Is The Colour
- Black Jack County Chain
- Bright Blue Rose
- Casey
- City Of Chicago
- Cliffs Of Dooneen
- Continental Ceili
- Cry Like A Man
- Delirium Tremens
- Does This Train Stop On Merseyside
- Dunnes Stores
- El Salvador
- Fairytale Of New York
- Faithful Departed
- Follow Me Up To Carlow
- Galtee Mountain Boy
- Go Move Shift
- Hey Sandy
- Irish Ways And Irish Laws
- John Odreams
- Johnny Dont Go To Ballincollig
- Joxer Goes To Stuttgart
- Lakes Of Pontchartrain
- Lisdoonvarna And Ill Tell Me Ma
- Little Musgrave
- Mary From Dungloe
- Matty
- Missing You
- Motherland
- My Little Honda 50
- Nancy Spain
- No Time For Love
- North And South Of The River
- On Morecambe Bay
- One Last Cold Kiss
- Only Our Rivers Run Free
- Ordinary Man
- Quiet Desperation
- Reel In The Flickering Light
- Ride On
- Scapegoats
- Smoke And Strong Whiskey
- So Do I
- St Brendans Voyage
- The Boy From Tamlaghduff
- The Contender
- The Craic Was Ninety In The Isle Of Man
- The Curragh Of Kildare
- The Dying Soldier
- The Mad Lady And Me
- The Night Visit
- The Time Has Come
- The Two Conneeleys
- The Voyage
- They Never Came Home
- Tyrone Boys
- Veronica
- Viva La Quinta Brigada
- Weekend In Amsterdam
- Welcome To The Cabaret
¡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!
Allende/Christy Moore/(Don Lange) - [6/8], Key = C
Verse
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C G
The nighthawk flies and the owl cries as we're driving down the road.
Am Em F G
Listening to the music on the all night radio show,
C G
The announcer comes on says if you've got ideas I'll file the patent for you,
Am Em G C
What's an idea if it's not in the store makin' a buck or two.
C G
We drive to the town but the shutters are down and the all-night restaurant's closed
Am Em F G
It's the land of the free, we've got booze and TV & there's tramps in the telephone booths.
C G
The stars and the trees and the early Spring breeze say forget what assassins have done,
Am Em G C
Take our good soil in the palm of your hands and wait for tomorrow's sun.
Chorus
F G C F G
It's a long way from the heartlands to Santiago bay
Am Em F G C
Where the good doctor lies with blood in his eyes and the bullets read US of A
C G
A truck driver's wife she leads a rough life he spends his life on the road.
Am Em F G
Carrying the goods all the copper and wood that's what makes America great,
C G
But the dollars like swallows they fly to the South where they know they've got something to gain,
Am Em G C
Allende is killed, and the trucks are soon rolling again.
C G
The nighthawk flies and the owl it cries as we're driving down the road,
Am Em F G
The full moon reveals all the houses and fields where good people do what they're told,
C G
Victor Jara he lies with coins in his eyes there's no one around him to mourn,
Am Em G C
Who needs a poet who won't take commands who'd rather make love then war.
F G C F G
It's a long way from the heartlands to Santiago bay
Am Em F G C
Where the good doctor lies with blood in his eyes and the bullets read US of A
Verse
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Chorus
| F G | C | F | G | Am | Em | F G | C | % |
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C G
The nighthawk flies and the owl cries as we're driving down the road.
Am Em F G
Listening to the music on the all night radio show,
C G
The announcer comes on says if you've got ideas I'll file the patent for you,
Am Em G C
What's an idea if it's not in the store makin' a buck or two.
C G
We drive to the town but the shutters are down and the all-night restaurant's closed
Am Em F G
It's the land of the free, we've got booze and TV & there's tramps in the telephone booths.
C G
The stars and the trees and the early Spring breeze say forget what assassins have done,
Am Em G C
Take our good soil in the palm of your hands and wait for tomorrow's sun.
Chorus
F G C F G
It's a long way from the heartlands to Santiago bay
Am Em F G C
Where the good doctor lies with blood in his eyes and the bullets read US of A
C G
A truck driver's wife she leads a rough life he spends his life on the road.
Am Em F G
Carrying the goods all the copper and wood that's what makes America great,
C G
But the dollars like swallows they fly to the South where they know they've got something to gain,
Am Em G C
Allende is killed, and the trucks are soon rolling again.
C G
The nighthawk flies and the owl it cries as we're driving down the road,
Am Em F G
The full moon reveals all the houses and fields where good people do what they're told,
C G
Victor Jara he lies with coins in his eyes there's no one around him to mourn,
Am Em G C
Who needs a poet who won't take commands who'd rather make love then war.
F G C F G
It's a long way from the heartlands to Santiago bay
Am Em F G C
Where the good doctor lies with blood in his eyes and the bullets read US of A
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