Biografía:
Flatfoot 56 es una banda de Celtic/Punk, de Chicago, (Illinois). El grupo se formó en el verano de 2000 como una banda punk, añadieron gaitas y hasta hoy. Están considerados como punk cristiano que es una forma de música cristiana y un subgénero del rock punk con algún grado de contenido lírico cristiano.
Discos:
Rumble of 56 – 2002
Waves of War – 2003
Knuckles Up – 2004
Jungle of the Midwest Sea – 2007
Black Thorn – 2010
Componentes:
Tobin Bawinkel
Justin Bawinkel
Kyle Bawinkel
Eric McMahon
Brandon Good
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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!
Song: Toil
Artist: Flatfoot 56
Album: Toil (2012)
I got my info from this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLfagPGqoys
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Intro: C2 G C2 G
C2
Upon this lowly railroad spike my hammer swung and fell.
G
Down the mighty Mississipp' where the raging waters swell.
C2
In the corner of that factory, a dark man-made hell,
G
I'll be sitting there in my snare making what they sell.
C2
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
Em G
the boys on the line working just to eat.
C2 G D
Are you picturing the stories that I sing?
C2
A child working day and night,
Em G
a father turned into a ghostly sight,
C2 G D
the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
C2 G D (pause)
of a poor man just trying to remain
as he pays his toll of pain.
Em G D Em C D
C2
From the dear old age of Adam
G
to the workers of Boaz,
C2
We've been doomed to sing this crazy song,
G D
yet it's made me who I am.
C2
From the steel workers in Pittsburgh,
G
to the trucker and his load,
C2
all feeding that old fat cat
G
just hoping he'll explode.
C2
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
Em G
the boys on the line working just to eat.
C2 G D
Are you picturing the stories that I sing?
C2
A child working day and night,
Em G
a father turned into a ghostly sight,
C2 G D
the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
C2 G D (pause)
of a poor man just trying to remain
as he pays his toll of pain.
Em G D Em C D
Em G D
We've been working for far too long.
Em G D
We've been doomed to hear this lowly song for our sons.
Em G D
Our sweat must be working just to fall.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
(Quiet down)
C2
From the dear old age of Adam
G
to the workers of Boaz,
C2
We've been doomed to sing this crazy song,
G D
yet it's made me who I am.
C2
From the steel workers in Pittsburgh,
Em G
to the trucker and his load,
C2
all feeding that old fat cat
G
just hoping he'll explode.
C2
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
Em G
the boys on the line working just to eat.
C2 G D
Are you picturing the stories that I sing?
C2
A child working day and night,
Em G
a father turned into a ghostly sight,
C2 G D
the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
C2 G D (pause)
of a poor man just trying to remain
as he pays his toll of pain.
(back to norm speed)
Em G D Em C D (3X)
Em G D
We've been working for far too long.
Em G D
We've been doomed to hear this crazy song for our sons.
Em G D
Our sweat must be working just to fall.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
Em (ring out)
I'm a slave.
Artist: Flatfoot 56
Album: Toil (2012)
I got my info from this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLfagPGqoys
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Intro: C2 G C2 G
C2
Upon this lowly railroad spike my hammer swung and fell.
G
Down the mighty Mississipp' where the raging waters swell.
C2
In the corner of that factory, a dark man-made hell,
G
I'll be sitting there in my snare making what they sell.
C2
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
Em G
the boys on the line working just to eat.
C2 G D
Are you picturing the stories that I sing?
C2
A child working day and night,
Em G
a father turned into a ghostly sight,
C2 G D
the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
C2 G D (pause)
of a poor man just trying to remain
as he pays his toll of pain.
Em G D Em C D
C2
From the dear old age of Adam
G
to the workers of Boaz,
C2
We've been doomed to sing this crazy song,
G D
yet it's made me who I am.
C2
From the steel workers in Pittsburgh,
G
to the trucker and his load,
C2
all feeding that old fat cat
G
just hoping he'll explode.
C2
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
Em G
the boys on the line working just to eat.
C2 G D
Are you picturing the stories that I sing?
C2
A child working day and night,
Em G
a father turned into a ghostly sight,
C2 G D
the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
C2 G D (pause)
of a poor man just trying to remain
as he pays his toll of pain.
Em G D Em C D
Em G D
We've been working for far too long.
Em G D
We've been doomed to hear this lowly song for our sons.
Em G D
Our sweat must be working just to fall.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
(Quiet down)
C2
From the dear old age of Adam
G
to the workers of Boaz,
C2
We've been doomed to sing this crazy song,
G D
yet it's made me who I am.
C2
From the steel workers in Pittsburgh,
Em G
to the trucker and his load,
C2
all feeding that old fat cat
G
just hoping he'll explode.
C2
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
Em G
the boys on the line working just to eat.
C2 G D
Are you picturing the stories that I sing?
C2
A child working day and night,
Em G
a father turned into a ghostly sight,
C2 G D
the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
C2 G D (pause)
of a poor man just trying to remain
as he pays his toll of pain.
(back to norm speed)
Em G D Em C D (3X)
Em G D
We've been working for far too long.
Em G D
We've been doomed to hear this crazy song for our sons.
Em G D
Our sweat must be working just to fall.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
Em (ring out)
I'm a slave.
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