Biografía:
Sixto Díaz Rodríguez, más conocido como Rodríguez (Detroit, Míchigan, 10 de julio de 1942) es un músico y compositor estadounidense. Sus padres, inmigrantes mexicanos de clase media que arribaron a Estados Unidos en los años 20, lo llamaron Sixto por tratarse del sexto hijo en la familia.
En muchas de sus canciones Rodríguez habla de las crueldades que enfrentan los sectores sociales más pobres y marginados de las grandes urbes.
En 1967 (bajo el nombre Rod Riguez) lanzó el sencillo I'll Slip Away a través del pequeño sello Impact.
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Otras canciones:
- Cause
- I Wonder
- Lifestyles
- Silver Words
- Sugar Man
- A Los Ojos
- A Most Disgusting Song
- Cant Get Away
- Climb Up On My Music
- Copa Rota
- Crucify Your Mind
- Dead End Street
- Enganchate Conmigo
- Establishment Blue
- Establishment Blues
- Forget It
- Gommorah A Nursery Rhyme
- Halfway Up The Stairs
- Hate Street Dialogue
- I Think Of You
- Ill Slip Away
- Im Gonna Live Till I Die
- Inner City Blues
- It Started Out So Nice
- Jane S Piddy
- La Milonga Del Marinero Y El Capitan
- Like Janis
- Only Good For Conversation
- Palabras Mas Palabras Menos
- Para No Olvidar
- Rich Folks Hoax
- Rich Mans Hoax
- Sandrevan Lullaby
- Sin Documentos
- Street Boy
- Sugar Man New Arrangement
- This Is Not A Song Its An Outburst
- To Whom It May Concern
¡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!
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Inner City Blues - Rodriguez
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Tabbed by floggingmurphy
Rodriguez - Inner city Blues:
Capo on 2nd fret
[Intro]
E7 A7
E7
Going down a dirty inner city side road
A7
I plotted
E7
Madness passed me by, she smiled hi
A7
I nodded
E7 B7
Looked up as the sky began to cry
E7
She shot it
E7 A7
Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn
E7
A cold fact
A7
Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag
E7
Won't go back
G D A E
'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here
G D A E
And now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear.
A
Mama, Papa, stop, treasure what you got, soon you may be caught
E7
Without it
A
The curfew's set for eight, will it ever all be straight
E7
I doubt it
E7
Seven jealous fools playing by her rules
A7
Can't believe her
E7
He feels so in between, can't break the scene
A7
It would grieve her
E7 B7
And that's the reason why he must cry
E7
He'll never leave her
E7 A7
Crooked children, yellow chalk, writing on the concrete walk
E7
Their king died
A7
Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down but seeing up
E7
Sweet red wine
G D A E
'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here
G D A E
And now hear the music, but the words don't sound too clear.
A
Mama, Papa, stop, treasure what you got, soon you may be caught
E7
Without it
A
The curfew's set for eight, will it ever all be straight
E7
I doubt it
E7
Going down a dusty, Georgian side road
A7
I wonder
E7 B7
The wind splashed in my face, can smell a trace
E7
Of thunder
Inner City Blues - Rodriguez
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Tabbed by floggingmurphy
Rodriguez - Inner city Blues:
Capo on 2nd fret
[Intro]
E7 A7
E7
Going down a dirty inner city side road
A7
I plotted
E7
Madness passed me by, she smiled hi
A7
I nodded
E7 B7
Looked up as the sky began to cry
E7
She shot it
E7 A7
Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn
E7
A cold fact
A7
Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag
E7
Won't go back
G D A E
'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here
G D A E
And now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear.
A
Mama, Papa, stop, treasure what you got, soon you may be caught
E7
Without it
A
The curfew's set for eight, will it ever all be straight
E7
I doubt it
E7
Seven jealous fools playing by her rules
A7
Can't believe her
E7
He feels so in between, can't break the scene
A7
It would grieve her
E7 B7
And that's the reason why he must cry
E7
He'll never leave her
E7 A7
Crooked children, yellow chalk, writing on the concrete walk
E7
Their king died
A7
Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down but seeing up
E7
Sweet red wine
G D A E
'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here
G D A E
And now hear the music, but the words don't sound too clear.
A
Mama, Papa, stop, treasure what you got, soon you may be caught
E7
Without it
A
The curfew's set for eight, will it ever all be straight
E7
I doubt it
E7
Going down a dusty, Georgian side road
A7
I wonder
E7 B7
The wind splashed in my face, can smell a trace
E7
Of thunder
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