Biografía:
Dave Van Ronk (30 de Junio de 1936 – 10 de Febrero de 2002) fue un cantante folk estadounidense nacido en Brooklyn, Nueva York, y que luego viviría en Greenwich Village. Tuvo como apodo el de "Alcalde de MacDougal Street."
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Otras canciones:
- Another Time And Place
- Back Water Blues
- Betty And Dupree
- Black Mountain Blues
- Careless Love
- Dinks Song
- Duncan And Brady
- Gamblers Blues St James Infirmary
- Hang Me Oh Hang Me
- He Was A Friend Of Mine
- Hesitation Blues
- Just A Closer Walk With Thee
- Kc Moan
- Lady Gay
- Losers
- Luang Prabang
- Oh What A Beautiful City
- Please See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
- Shanty Mans Life
- Stealin
- Tell Old Bill
- Willie The Weeper
¡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!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sSHvXOHGC7o&list=RDsSHvXOHGC7o&t=15
The fourth and fifth lines of each verse have riffs, the timings for the first verse
are shown as a guide.
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A |-----------------4-----|--------------0-|-3b--3b-|--0----0----|
E |-----------------------|------0----2----|--------|------------|
Gon-na shoot so--me bo-dy just to see him die Well he
1 2 3 4
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A |--0-----0-----0----0----|-0--------------0-----------|
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been on the j-ob too long
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b bend quarter tone
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[Intro]
A
[Verse 1]
A
Well, it's twinkle, twinkle little star
E
Well a - long came Brady in his 'lectric car
E
Well a'got a mean look right in his eye
N.C.
Gonna shoot somebody just to see him die
Am A
Well, he been on the job too long
[Verse 2]
A
Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
E
Well a-long come Brady with his shiny star
E
Well Brady says, Duncan, you are under arrest
N.C.
And Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest
Am A
Yes, he been on the job too long
[Verse 3]
A
Well its Brady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
E
Well a'breaking in here when my game's going on
E
Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door
N.C.
um Now you're lying dead on the barroom floor
Am A
Yes, you been on the job too long
[Verse 4]
A
Well, old King Brady was a big fat man
E
Well the doctor reached out, grabbed hold of his hand
E
Well he felt for his pulse, doctor said
N.C.
"An' I believe to my soul ole King Brady's dead"
Am A
Yes, he been on the job too long
[Verse 5]
A
Well a'high tailed carriages a'standing around
E
Waiting to take King Brady to the burying ground
E
Well high tailed carriages, rubber tired hack
N.C.
uh well, they took him to the graveyard but they didn't bring him back
Am A
Yes, he been on the job too long
[Verse 6 ]
A
Well, women all heard King Brady was dead
E
Well they go back home and re-rag in red
E
Come a-slipping and a-sliding and a-shuffling down the street
N.C.
In their big Mother Hubbards and their stocking feet
Am A
He been on the job too long
[Verse 7]
A
Well, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
E
Well breaking in here while my game's going on
E
Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door
N.C.
And now you're lying deaden on the bar-room floor
Am A
Yes, you been on the job too long
The fourth and fifth lines of each verse have riffs, the timings for the first verse
are shown as a guide.
e |-----------------------|----------------|--------|------------|
B |-----------------------|----------------|--------|----2----2--|
G |------------2----------|----------------|--------|----2----2--|
D |----2--2-------------0-|--2-------------|--------|----2----2--|
A |-----------------4-----|--------------0-|-3b--3b-|--0----0----|
E |-----------------------|------0----2----|--------|------------|
Gon-na shoot so--me bo-dy just to see him die Well he
1 2 3 4
e |------------------------|----------------------------|
B |-----1-----1-----1---1--|----2---2---2-----2-------2-|
G |-----2-----2-----2---2--|----2---2---2-----2-------2-|
D |------------------------|------3b--3b-----------3b---|
A |--0-----0-----0----0----|-0--------------0-----------|
E |------------------------|----------------------------|
been on the j-ob too long
***********************************************************************
b bend quarter tone
***********************************************************************
[Intro]
A
[Verse 1]
A
Well, it's twinkle, twinkle little star
E
Well a - long came Brady in his 'lectric car
E
Well a'got a mean look right in his eye
N.C.
Gonna shoot somebody just to see him die
Am A
Well, he been on the job too long
[Verse 2]
A
Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
E
Well a-long come Brady with his shiny star
E
Well Brady says, Duncan, you are under arrest
N.C.
And Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest
Am A
Yes, he been on the job too long
[Verse 3]
A
Well its Brady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
E
Well a'breaking in here when my game's going on
E
Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door
N.C.
um Now you're lying dead on the barroom floor
Am A
Yes, you been on the job too long
[Verse 4]
A
Well, old King Brady was a big fat man
E
Well the doctor reached out, grabbed hold of his hand
E
Well he felt for his pulse, doctor said
N.C.
"An' I believe to my soul ole King Brady's dead"
Am A
Yes, he been on the job too long
[Verse 5]
A
Well a'high tailed carriages a'standing around
E
Waiting to take King Brady to the burying ground
E
Well high tailed carriages, rubber tired hack
N.C.
uh well, they took him to the graveyard but they didn't bring him back
Am A
Yes, he been on the job too long
[Verse 6 ]
A
Well, women all heard King Brady was dead
E
Well they go back home and re-rag in red
E
Come a-slipping and a-sliding and a-shuffling down the street
N.C.
In their big Mother Hubbards and their stocking feet
Am A
He been on the job too long
[Verse 7]
A
Well, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
E
Well breaking in here while my game's going on
E
Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door
N.C.
And now you're lying deaden on the bar-room floor
Am A
Yes, you been on the job too long
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