Biografía:
Levon helm nacio el 26 de mayo de 1940 en Arkansas, geminiano con la luna en acuario. Bateria y voz de The band empezo a tocar a los ocho años, escapando de el odioso trabajo en las plantaciones de algodon en su pueblo natal Marvell.
A los 17 años empieza con The hawks, en bateria.
En 1960 se sumanRobbie Robertson, Rick Danko, Garth Hudson y Richard Manuel y en el 63 se separan de The hawks y forman Levon and The Hawks para cambiar luego de vuelta a The Hawks.
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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)
D--7---7---7--------------7---7--7-9-
A--7h9---9-7--9-7---7-9---7h9---9---- F#m E
E---------------7h9-----9------------
A Bm
I worked the land to raise a family
G A
'Till I was weary to the bone
F#m G
But hard labour never bothered me
D A
Lord, it's all I ever known
A Bm
Too many seasons of calamity
G A
And too much interest on the loan
F#m G
It's half the size as it used to be
D A E Esus4 E
And half of that is stone
E A
The crops ain't worth a-seeding
D A E Esus4 E
Timber only gets you fire
E A
The live-stock I'm a-feeding
D A E
I can hardly keep 'em alive
F#m E D
I gotta do what I can to survive
(chorus)
F#m D
I know the law wont be forgiving
A E
But that'll be the choice I made
Bm G
I used to farm for a living
D A
But now I'm in the growing trade
(intro riff)
A Bm
The summer beauty of the cotton fields
G A
Was like a view from heaven's door
F#m G
My grandaddy said that harvest time
D A
Was what the good lord made us for
A Bm
I guess he'd wonder where's the dignity
G A
In a crop you raise to burn
F#m G
But this land is my legacy
D A E Esus4 E
I got nowhere else to turn
E A
Shotgun on my shoulder
D A E Esus4 E
Where a tote sack oughta be
E A
The theives are getting bolder
D A E
And the feds may be watching me
F#m E D
I gotta quit this eventually
(chorus)
F#m D
I know the law wont be forgiving
A E
But that'll be the choice I made
Bm G
I used to farm for a living
D A Asus4 A
But now I'm in the growing trade
E A
Helicopters in the distance
D A E
Getting closer every day
E A
They're gonna meet some resistance
D A E
Ain't no price too big to pay
E A
It won't make any difference,
D A E
When they take it all away,
E A
Between the cot in the jailhouse
D A E
And a bed beneath the clay
F#m E D
I guess there's nothing to do now but pray
(chorus)
D--7---7---7--------------7---7--7-9-
A--7h9---9-7--9-7---7-9---7h9---9---- F#m E
E---------------7h9-----9------------
A Bm
I worked the land to raise a family
G A
'Till I was weary to the bone
F#m G
But hard labour never bothered me
D A
Lord, it's all I ever known
A Bm
Too many seasons of calamity
G A
And too much interest on the loan
F#m G
It's half the size as it used to be
D A E Esus4 E
And half of that is stone
E A
The crops ain't worth a-seeding
D A E Esus4 E
Timber only gets you fire
E A
The live-stock I'm a-feeding
D A E
I can hardly keep 'em alive
F#m E D
I gotta do what I can to survive
(chorus)
F#m D
I know the law wont be forgiving
A E
But that'll be the choice I made
Bm G
I used to farm for a living
D A
But now I'm in the growing trade
(intro riff)
A Bm
The summer beauty of the cotton fields
G A
Was like a view from heaven's door
F#m G
My grandaddy said that harvest time
D A
Was what the good lord made us for
A Bm
I guess he'd wonder where's the dignity
G A
In a crop you raise to burn
F#m G
But this land is my legacy
D A E Esus4 E
I got nowhere else to turn
E A
Shotgun on my shoulder
D A E Esus4 E
Where a tote sack oughta be
E A
The theives are getting bolder
D A E
And the feds may be watching me
F#m E D
I gotta quit this eventually
(chorus)
F#m D
I know the law wont be forgiving
A E
But that'll be the choice I made
Bm G
I used to farm for a living
D A Asus4 A
But now I'm in the growing trade
E A
Helicopters in the distance
D A E
Getting closer every day
E A
They're gonna meet some resistance
D A E
Ain't no price too big to pay
E A
It won't make any difference,
D A E
When they take it all away,
E A
Between the cot in the jailhouse
D A E
And a bed beneath the clay
F#m E D
I guess there's nothing to do now but pray
(chorus)
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