Biografía:
Fred Eaglesmith (born as Frederick Elgersma on July 9, 1957 in Caistor Centre, Ontario, Canada) is a Canadian alternative country singer-songwriter. Some of his albums have been credited to Fred J. Eaglesmith. Eaglesmith was one of nine children of an immigrant family from the Dutch province Friesland and raised in rural Southern Ontario. As a teenager, he hopped a freight train out to Western Canada, and began writing songs and performing. He is known for writing songs about machines or vehicles
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Otras canciones:
- 105
- 18 Wheels
- 49 Tons
- Alcohol And Pills
- Bench Seat Baby
- Betty Oshawa
- Big Ass Garage Sale
- Careless
- Carmelita
- Caroline
- Cemetery Road
- Cigarette Machine
- Crashin And Burnin
- Cumberland County
- Dangerous
- Down The Line
- Drinking To Much
- Drinking Too Much
- Freight Train
- Hes A Good Dog
- Hows Ernie
- I Aint Ever Givin In
- I Like Trains
- I Shot Your Dog
- Indian Motorcycles
- Indiana Road
- Jericho
- Kansas
- Katie
- Last 6 Dollars
- Little Buffalo Rock
- Mighty Big Car
- Ninety
- Pretty Good Guy
- Rebecca Street
- Seven Shells
- Small Motors
- Small Town
- Spookin The Horses
- Stars
- Steel Guitar
- Summerlea
- Sunflowers
- The Rocket
- Thirty Years Of Farming
- Time To Get A Gun
- Toggle Switch
- Trucker Speed
- White Ash And Black Ash
- White Rose
- White Trash
- Your Sister Cried
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Stumbling past your house baby
D
At the break of day
Am
I thought I saw your silhouette
C
Dancing cross the shade
G
And I went down to the mission
D
I called and called your name
Am
Till an angel with a face like yours
C
Came down and let me in
I Thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter, In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture on an old broken TV
I swear it was you staring back at me
I heard soldier' s voices by the city gate
They took hos life on the ground
They made me look away
I spilled you on the mirror
I chopped you into lies
Over some old kitchen sing
I swore I'd let you down
Thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter,in a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture, on an old broken TV
I swear it was you, staring back at me
Old radios and broken mirrors
Dogeared things I read
Worn out movie stars
In faded limousines
I battled through my own charades
Of Coffee cups and clowns
I can't keep up with parades
I keep falling down
Thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter
In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture on an old broken TV
I swear it was you staring back at me
Stumbling past your house baby
D
At the break of day
Am
I thought I saw your silhouette
C
Dancing cross the shade
G
And I went down to the mission
D
I called and called your name
Am
Till an angel with a face like yours
C
Came down and let me in
I Thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter, In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture on an old broken TV
I swear it was you staring back at me
I heard soldier' s voices by the city gate
They took hos life on the ground
They made me look away
I spilled you on the mirror
I chopped you into lies
Over some old kitchen sing
I swore I'd let you down
Thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter,in a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture, on an old broken TV
I swear it was you, staring back at me
Old radios and broken mirrors
Dogeared things I read
Worn out movie stars
In faded limousines
I battled through my own charades
Of Coffee cups and clowns
I can't keep up with parades
I keep falling down
Thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter
In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture on an old broken TV
I swear it was you staring back at me
Fred Pellerin
Fred Penner
Fred Rai
Fred Schneider
Fred Shafer