Biografía:
Jack Hardy is "a more literate Celtic Townes Van Zandt, grave in his tone and generous in his ideals, as rooted in the present soil and sky of Ireland and America as he is fascinated by the legends of the past" (Roy Kasten, St. Louis Riverfront Times, February 3, 1999).
It is a strange mix of themes ranging from the American West to the ballads and jigs of Celtic ancestors that somehow seems to make sense in the musical world Jack Hardy has created.
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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!
[Intro]
C G F
C G F
[Verse 1]
C G
this is the last weary road
C
i'm gonna travel
C/B Am C/B
the last weary night
F
in a cheep hotel
C G
and it is hard to kneel down and pray
F Dm
and thank the lord for another day
C G
when the mornin' only means
F
you missed another meal
[Chorus 1]
C G
go tell my mama
F
that i was wrong to break her heart
C G
go tell my papa
Am Dm G
that he was right right from the start
F
and go tell them patron saints
G
that they forgot
C C/B Am
to watch out for where i roamed
F
and go tell the savior
G C
i'm coming home
[Verse 2]
C
well i must admit
G C
it was my childhood dream to travel
C/B Am
from the stories that you hear
C/B F
of wine, women and song
C G
but if the wine don't blur your eyes
F Dm
the women might make you realize
C G
that they're takin' off their clothes
F
just to put you on
[Chorus 2]
C G
go tell my mama
F
that i was wrong to break her heart
C G
go tell my papa
Am Dm G
that he was right right from the start
F
and go tell them patron saints
G
that they forgot
C C/B Am
to watch out for where i roamed
F
and go tell the savior
G C
i'm coming home
[Verse 3]
C G
this is the last weary road
C
i'm gonna travel
C/B Am C/B
the last weary night
F
in a cheap hotel
C G
and i'm feelin' all i've got
F Dm
are my feelings all tied up in knots
C G
and the mornin' just might find me
F
halfway to hell
[Chorus 3]
C G
go tell my mama
F
that i was wrong to break her heart
C G
go tell my papa
Am Dm G
that he was right right from the start
F
and go tell them patron saints
G
that they forgot
C C/B Am
to watch out for where i roamed
F
and go tell the savior
G C
i'm coming home
C G F
C G F
[Verse 1]
C G
this is the last weary road
C
i'm gonna travel
C/B Am C/B
the last weary night
F
in a cheep hotel
C G
and it is hard to kneel down and pray
F Dm
and thank the lord for another day
C G
when the mornin' only means
F
you missed another meal
[Chorus 1]
C G
go tell my mama
F
that i was wrong to break her heart
C G
go tell my papa
Am Dm G
that he was right right from the start
F
and go tell them patron saints
G
that they forgot
C C/B Am
to watch out for where i roamed
F
and go tell the savior
G C
i'm coming home
[Verse 2]
C
well i must admit
G C
it was my childhood dream to travel
C/B Am
from the stories that you hear
C/B F
of wine, women and song
C G
but if the wine don't blur your eyes
F Dm
the women might make you realize
C G
that they're takin' off their clothes
F
just to put you on
[Chorus 2]
C G
go tell my mama
F
that i was wrong to break her heart
C G
go tell my papa
Am Dm G
that he was right right from the start
F
and go tell them patron saints
G
that they forgot
C C/B Am
to watch out for where i roamed
F
and go tell the savior
G C
i'm coming home
[Verse 3]
C G
this is the last weary road
C
i'm gonna travel
C/B Am C/B
the last weary night
F
in a cheap hotel
C G
and i'm feelin' all i've got
F Dm
are my feelings all tied up in knots
C G
and the mornin' just might find me
F
halfway to hell
[Chorus 3]
C G
go tell my mama
F
that i was wrong to break her heart
C G
go tell my papa
Am Dm G
that he was right right from the start
F
and go tell them patron saints
G
that they forgot
C C/B Am
to watch out for where i roamed
F
and go tell the savior
G C
i'm coming home
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