Biografía:
Francesco Paolo Lo Vecchio (Chicago, 30 de marzo de 1913 - San Diego, 6 de febrero de 2007) más conocido como Frankie Laine, era un cantante estadounidense con fuerte vozarrón de barítono. Le pusieron el apodo de Sr. Ritmo.
Tuvo un gran éxito en los años cuarenta y cincuenta. Entró en el mundo del espectáculo participando en los maratones de baile que en su país se popularizaron durante la Gran Depresión.
Más tarde, en 1937, fue contratado como vocalista de la orquesta de Freddy Cardone
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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!
[Verse]
D G
Bullet in my shoulder, blood runnin' down my vest,
A D G A D
twenty in the posse and they're never gonna let me rest.
D G D A
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun,
G A
but now they hunt me like a mountain cat,
G A G A D
and I'm always, always, always on the run.
D G A D
I killed poor Jed Brine in abad Laredo fight,
G A D
killed him with my bare hands for the girl I loved that night.
G D G D
Jed's brother's out to get me, he's comin' with a gang,
G D G A D
but I'd rather shoot it out, by God, than let 'em watch me hang.
[Chorus]
D G
Bullet in my shoulder !! Blood !! runnin' down my vest!
D A
Twenty in the posse, and they're never gonna let me rest !
D G D A
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun,
G A
but now they hunt me like a mountain cat,
G A G A D
and I'm always, always, always on the run.
[Verse]
D G A D
She had spangles on her red dress, she had laughter in her voice.
G A D
When he tried to put his hands on her, my heart left me no choice.
G D G D
But was she really worth it? Well, I guess I'll never know,
G D G A D
she'll be drinking someone else's rye, when I'm six feet below.
[Chorus]
D G
Bullet in my shoulder !! Blood !! unnin' down my vest!
D A
Twenty in the posse, and they're never gonna let me rest !
D G D A
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun,
G A
but now they hunt me like a mountain cat,
G A G A D
and I'm always, always, always on the run.
G A D G A D G A D
a wanted man, a wanted man, on the run.
D G
Bullet in my shoulder, blood runnin' down my vest,
A D G A D
twenty in the posse and they're never gonna let me rest.
D G D A
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun,
G A
but now they hunt me like a mountain cat,
G A G A D
and I'm always, always, always on the run.
D G A D
I killed poor Jed Brine in abad Laredo fight,
G A D
killed him with my bare hands for the girl I loved that night.
G D G D
Jed's brother's out to get me, he's comin' with a gang,
G D G A D
but I'd rather shoot it out, by God, than let 'em watch me hang.
[Chorus]
D G
Bullet in my shoulder !! Blood !! runnin' down my vest!
D A
Twenty in the posse, and they're never gonna let me rest !
D G D A
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun,
G A
but now they hunt me like a mountain cat,
G A G A D
and I'm always, always, always on the run.
[Verse]
D G A D
She had spangles on her red dress, she had laughter in her voice.
G A D
When he tried to put his hands on her, my heart left me no choice.
G D G D
But was she really worth it? Well, I guess I'll never know,
G D G A D
she'll be drinking someone else's rye, when I'm six feet below.
[Chorus]
D G
Bullet in my shoulder !! Blood !! unnin' down my vest!
D A
Twenty in the posse, and they're never gonna let me rest !
D G D A
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun,
G A
but now they hunt me like a mountain cat,
G A G A D
and I'm always, always, always on the run.
G A D G A D G A D
a wanted man, a wanted man, on the run.
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