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
¡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!
Sunflowers
D C G
Well there's cars on the driveway as you turn into the yard,
C G D
The casket's in the living room, you look away and swallow hard.
D C G
Someone hands you a bottle, and you don't know who they are.
C G D
Ain't it funny how you used to know everybody in these parts.
D C G
And you hardly knew the dead man, though you spoke a time or to two.
C G D
He had a wife and two small children, and he lived just like you do.
Chorus:
D C G
And he died on his tractor, holdin' his end down,
C G D
Forty acres left to plant and forty in the ground.
D C G
But he never had a chance, that's what they're saying now.
C G D
The bank was gonna walk in any day anyhow.
D C G
And it makes you kind of wonder, as you watch the daylight burn,
C G D
Wonder if he knew it, wonder if he'd heard.
D C G
She's got a crooked smile and there's dark around her eyes.
C G D
She says she knows she's got to get on with her life.
D C G
And you stand off the lawn, and look to where the sun sets.
C G D
And someone says we ain't seen the last of it yet.
Chorus
D C G
There's a crop of yellow sunflowers, in the field across the way
C G D
Makes you sorta grin as you're coming down the lane
D C G
Three hundred bucks a ton, it's what they said at plantin' time
C G D
But when it comes to harvest it wasn't worth a dime
Source: Phone Lyrics
D C G
Well there's cars on the driveway as you turn into the yard,
C G D
The casket's in the living room, you look away and swallow hard.
D C G
Someone hands you a bottle, and you don't know who they are.
C G D
Ain't it funny how you used to know everybody in these parts.
D C G
And you hardly knew the dead man, though you spoke a time or to two.
C G D
He had a wife and two small children, and he lived just like you do.
Chorus:
D C G
And he died on his tractor, holdin' his end down,
C G D
Forty acres left to plant and forty in the ground.
D C G
But he never had a chance, that's what they're saying now.
C G D
The bank was gonna walk in any day anyhow.
D C G
And it makes you kind of wonder, as you watch the daylight burn,
C G D
Wonder if he knew it, wonder if he'd heard.
D C G
She's got a crooked smile and there's dark around her eyes.
C G D
She says she knows she's got to get on with her life.
D C G
And you stand off the lawn, and look to where the sun sets.
C G D
And someone says we ain't seen the last of it yet.
Chorus
D C G
There's a crop of yellow sunflowers, in the field across the way
C G D
Makes you sorta grin as you're coming down the lane
D C G
Three hundred bucks a ton, it's what they said at plantin' time
C G D
But when it comes to harvest it wasn't worth a dime
Source: Phone Lyrics
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