Biografía:
Jimmie Rodgers (8 de septiembre de 1897 – 26 de mayo de 1933) fue un cantautor estadounidense de música country. Fue el primer músico en convertirse en una estrella del country. Su influencia en la música de raíces estadounidenses es incalculable, ya que ha influido a prácticamente todos los músicos que han desarrollado el country en el siglo XX, entre los que cabe destacar al también influyente Hank Williams.
Aunque nació en Pine Springs (Misisipi) él siempre se consideró de Meridian (Misisipi).
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Otras canciones:
- Are You Really Mine
- Bimbombay
- California Bluea
- California Blues
- Everybody Does It In Hawaii
- Frankie And Johnny
- Gambling Bar Room Blues
- Hobo Bills Last Ride
- Hobos Meditation
- Honey Comb
- Honeycomb
- I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day
- If I Were The Man
- Im Never Gonna Tell
- In The Jailhouse Now 2
- Its Over
- Its Raining Here
- Jimmie The Kid
- Kisses Sweeter Than Wine
- Mississippi Delta Blues
- Mississippi River Blues
- Moonlight And Skies
- My Blue Eyed Jane
- Never No Mo Blues
- Nobody Knows But Me
- Oh
- Peach Pickin Time In Georgia
- Peach Picking Time In Georgia
- Rainbow At Midnight
- Secretly
- T For Texas
- Tb Blues
- The Wonderful City
- The World I Used To Know
- Waiting For A Train
¡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 1]
C G C
Ho-o-bo-o Billy.
F C F C
Riding on the eastbound freight train, speeding through the night,
F C D7 G
Hobo Bill, a railroad bum, was fighting for his life.
F C F C
The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul.
F C G C
He raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the coal.
[VERSE 2]
C G C
Ho-o-bo-o Billy.
F C F C
No warm lights flickered around him, no blankets there to fold,
F C D7 G
Nothing but the howling wind and the driving rain so cold.
F C F C
When he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way,
F C G C
The hobo seemed contented, for he smiled there where he lay.
[VERSE 3]
C G C
Ho-o-bo-o Bill.
F C F C
Outside the rain was falling on that lonely boxcar door,
F C D7 G
But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor.
F C F C
While the train sped through the darkness and the raging storm outside,
F C G C
No one knew that Hobo Bill was taking his last ride.
[WHISTLE SOUNDS]
C G C
[VERSE 4]
C F C F C
It was early in the morning when they raised the hobo’s head.
F C D7 G
The smile still lingered on his face but Hobo Bill was dead.
F C F C
There was no mother’s longing to soothe his weary soul,
F C G C
For he was just a railroad bum who died out in the cold.
[WHISTLE SOUNDS]
C
C G C
Ho-o-bo-o Billy.
F C F C
Riding on the eastbound freight train, speeding through the night,
F C D7 G
Hobo Bill, a railroad bum, was fighting for his life.
F C F C
The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul.
F C G C
He raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the coal.
[VERSE 2]
C G C
Ho-o-bo-o Billy.
F C F C
No warm lights flickered around him, no blankets there to fold,
F C D7 G
Nothing but the howling wind and the driving rain so cold.
F C F C
When he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way,
F C G C
The hobo seemed contented, for he smiled there where he lay.
[VERSE 3]
C G C
Ho-o-bo-o Bill.
F C F C
Outside the rain was falling on that lonely boxcar door,
F C D7 G
But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor.
F C F C
While the train sped through the darkness and the raging storm outside,
F C G C
No one knew that Hobo Bill was taking his last ride.
[WHISTLE SOUNDS]
C G C
[VERSE 4]
C F C F C
It was early in the morning when they raised the hobo’s head.
F C D7 G
The smile still lingered on his face but Hobo Bill was dead.
F C F C
There was no mother’s longing to soothe his weary soul,
F C G C
For he was just a railroad bum who died out in the cold.
[WHISTLE SOUNDS]
C
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Jimmy C Newman