Biografía:
Jeffrey Foucault (born January 1976 in Janesville, Wisconsin) is an American singer-songwriter grown out of the americana/folk troubadour tradition. Foucault's musical career was seeded at seventeen, when he began playing John Prine tunes on his father's beat up mail-order guitar, and spent long evenings in his bedroom, spinning piles of old records on a hand-me-down turntable. When he was 18 he stole a copy of Townes Van Zandt: Live and Obscure from a friend
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Otras canciones:
- 4 20 Blues
- Appeline
- Ballad Of Copper Junction A Journeymans Lament
- Battle Hymn
- City Flower
- Cold Satellite
- Cross Of The Flowers
- Des Moines
- Deserters Information Center
- Dont Look For Me
- Doubletree
- Dove And The Waterline
- Everybodys Famous
- Far From Me
- Geese Fly By
- Ghost Repeater
- Goners Most
- He Was In Heaven Before He Died
- Heart To The Husk
- Hello In There
- Hurricane Lamp
- I Dream An Old Lover
- I Love You And You Are A Fool
- Idaho
- Jesus Will Fix It For You
- Lodi
- Mesa Arizona
- Northbound 35
- Nothing I Wouldnt Do Except Stay
- One Part Love
- Paradise
- Passerines
- Pearl Handled Pistol
- Pretty Girl In A Small Town
- Slow Talker
- Speed Of The Sound Of Loneliness
- Starlight And Static
- Street Light Halos
- Stripping Cane
- Sunrise In The Rearview
- Train To Jackson
- Unwed Fathers
- Walking At Dusk
¡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!
Pearl Handled Pistol - Jeffrey Foucault
as recorded on “Stripping Cane” album
[Verse 1]
A
That old one-trick pony
Sat down in the dust
He pawed the air
The gunshots died away
F#m
The sun was red as rust … red as rust
A
It was red as rust
[Verse 2]
A
General G.A. Custer
He was a mighty handsome man
He loved dogs and children
F#m
He loved the military band … military band
A
The military band
[Chorus 1]
B7
Well the vaudeville tramps and churchbell tollers
D
Harlequins and holy rollers
A F#m
Lay their nickel down to raise the dead
B7 D
With a tune sung low and wistful and a pearl handled
A F#m
pistol... and a mirror hung up above the bed
A
Hung up above the bed
[Verse 3]
A
Buffalo Bill he said good-bye to the boys
Said they're spilling blood and taking scalps
And making a joyful noise
F#m
Make a joyful noise
A
Makin joyful noise
[Verse 4]
A
He said I'm off to fight the Indians
And take a little off the top
When I get home we'll all dress up
F#m
And ride around the old big top … the old big top
A
Around the old big top
[Chorus 1]
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 5]
A
Sitting Bull was sitting
In his cabin all alone
And the cops they come to fetch him out
F#m
They could not leave him alone … leave him alone
A
Just leave him alone
[Verse 6]
A
That old one-trick pony
He sat down in the dust
And he danced for the ghost of Sitting Bull
F#m
Because baby the show must go on
A
The show must go on
F#m
show must go on
A
The show must go on
as recorded on “Stripping Cane” album
[Verse 1]
A
That old one-trick pony
Sat down in the dust
He pawed the air
The gunshots died away
F#m
The sun was red as rust … red as rust
A
It was red as rust
[Verse 2]
A
General G.A. Custer
He was a mighty handsome man
He loved dogs and children
F#m
He loved the military band … military band
A
The military band
[Chorus 1]
B7
Well the vaudeville tramps and churchbell tollers
D
Harlequins and holy rollers
A F#m
Lay their nickel down to raise the dead
B7 D
With a tune sung low and wistful and a pearl handled
A F#m
pistol... and a mirror hung up above the bed
A
Hung up above the bed
[Verse 3]
A
Buffalo Bill he said good-bye to the boys
Said they're spilling blood and taking scalps
And making a joyful noise
F#m
Make a joyful noise
A
Makin joyful noise
[Verse 4]
A
He said I'm off to fight the Indians
And take a little off the top
When I get home we'll all dress up
F#m
And ride around the old big top … the old big top
A
Around the old big top
[Chorus 1]
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 5]
A
Sitting Bull was sitting
In his cabin all alone
And the cops they come to fetch him out
F#m
They could not leave him alone … leave him alone
A
Just leave him alone
[Verse 6]
A
That old one-trick pony
He sat down in the dust
And he danced for the ghost of Sitting Bull
F#m
Because baby the show must go on
A
The show must go on
F#m
show must go on
A
The show must go on
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