Biografía:
Otis Gibbs is a man in search of an honest experience. Some people refer to him as a folk artist, but that is a simplistic way to describe a man who has planted over 7,000 trees, slept in hobo jungles, walked with nomadic shepherds in the Carpathian Mountains, been strip-searched by dirty cops in Detroit, and has an FBI file. Otis has played everywhere from labor rallies in Wisconsin, to anti-war protests in Texas, Austria and the Czech Republic, Feed & Seed Stores in the Midwestern U.
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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]
E B A
[Verse]
E
There's a cold wind blowing though the southern cave mines
Somewhere in parks city and its closing time
C#m E
To another dead end week in a vacant life
E
People talking bout Joe and what went down,
how you cant find justice in a Utah town
C#m E
So you tip your hat to a stranger and walk on by
[Chorus]
A E
Waiting on a chance to shine
A E
Waiting on a chance to shine
B
In the sidewalks, factories and fields you'll find
C#m B A
A dust filled dream laying flat on the ground
E B A
Waiting on a chance to shine
E B A
Waiting on a chance to shine
[Verse]
E
The world is full of lonely fools
Staring at eachother from across the rooms
C#m E
Wishing they could get up their nerves to speak their minds
E
But its hard for a man to stand his ground
Locked up in state prison and beaten down
C#m E
Watching shadows creeping cross the walls through sleepless nights
[Chorus]
A E
Waiting on a chance to shine
A E
Waiting on a chance to shine
B
Justice is a woman in a rocking chair
C#m B A
Combing the tangles from her long black hair
E B A
Waiting on a chance to shine
E B A
Waiting on a chance to shine
[Verse]
E
There's an empty feeling in sugar house park
And the memory looks in long after dark
C#m E
As the people try to tell the story of a crooked trial
E
How the workers can stop a speeding train
Tying their ships in the ocean with mighty chains
C#m E
Every wheels in gods creation, every mill and mine
[Chorus]
A E
Waiting on a chance to shine
A E
Waiting on a chance to shine
B
Everytime I dream about better times,
C#m B A
I can feel Joe's ashes stiring deep inside
E B A
Waiting on a chance to shine
E B A
Waiting on a chance to shine
[Outro]
E
There's a cold wind blowing though the southern cave mines
Somewhere in parks city and its closing time
C#m E
To another dead end week in a vacant life
E B A
[Verse]
E
There's a cold wind blowing though the southern cave mines
Somewhere in parks city and its closing time
C#m E
To another dead end week in a vacant life
E
People talking bout Joe and what went down,
how you cant find justice in a Utah town
C#m E
So you tip your hat to a stranger and walk on by
[Chorus]
A E
Waiting on a chance to shine
A E
Waiting on a chance to shine
B
In the sidewalks, factories and fields you'll find
C#m B A
A dust filled dream laying flat on the ground
E B A
Waiting on a chance to shine
E B A
Waiting on a chance to shine
[Verse]
E
The world is full of lonely fools
Staring at eachother from across the rooms
C#m E
Wishing they could get up their nerves to speak their minds
E
But its hard for a man to stand his ground
Locked up in state prison and beaten down
C#m E
Watching shadows creeping cross the walls through sleepless nights
[Chorus]
A E
Waiting on a chance to shine
A E
Waiting on a chance to shine
B
Justice is a woman in a rocking chair
C#m B A
Combing the tangles from her long black hair
E B A
Waiting on a chance to shine
E B A
Waiting on a chance to shine
[Verse]
E
There's an empty feeling in sugar house park
And the memory looks in long after dark
C#m E
As the people try to tell the story of a crooked trial
E
How the workers can stop a speeding train
Tying their ships in the ocean with mighty chains
C#m E
Every wheels in gods creation, every mill and mine
[Chorus]
A E
Waiting on a chance to shine
A E
Waiting on a chance to shine
B
Everytime I dream about better times,
C#m B A
I can feel Joe's ashes stiring deep inside
E B A
Waiting on a chance to shine
E B A
Waiting on a chance to shine
[Outro]
E
There's a cold wind blowing though the southern cave mines
Somewhere in parks city and its closing time
C#m E
To another dead end week in a vacant life
Otomo Yoshihide
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