Biografía:
Alexandra Elene Maclean Denny, Sandy Denny, nació el 6 de enero de 1947 en Inglaterra y falleció el 21 de abril de 1978. Fue una de las cantantes de “folk-rock” mas conocidas y valoradas entre los finales de la década de los 60 y primera mitad de los 70. Desarrolló su actividad musical sobre todo dentro del grupo “Fairport Convention” , quienes publicaron su primer disco en 1968. En este grupo estaba también el conocido guitarrista Richard Thompson.
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Otras canciones:
- 3 10 To Yuma
- Banks Of The Nile
- Carnival
- Crazy Lady Blues
- Im A Dreamer
- It Suits Me Well
- Itll Take A Long Time
- John The Gun
- Late November
- Like An Old Fashioned Waltz
- Listen Listen
- No More Sad Refrains
- Nothing More
- Sail Away To The Sea
- Silver Threads And Golden Needles
- Solo
- The North Star Grassman And The Ravens
- Until The Real Thing Comes Along
- Who Knows Where The Sun
- Who Knows Where The Time Goes
¡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!
Dm D F
My name is Jan the gypsy
C Dm
I travel the land.
D Bb6
There are no chains about me
C Dm
I am me own man.
Dm Bb F Am
I can tell a fair old story which I'm sure ain't no surprise
Bb C F G
Of the places I have been, oh,
Bb F
And they ain't no li-ies.
I've never had a proper home,
Not one like yours is.
I've nearly always had a caravan
With 'orses.
And I know you won't believe me
Though it is the truth to tell
That the living it is hard, oh,
But it suits me well.
I am a traveler of the seas,
I am a sailor.
The ocean has been good to me,
She ain't no jailor.
I can tell a fair old story which I'm sure ain't no surprise
Of the places I have sailed, oh,
And they ain't no lies.
I've never had a garden,
Or a place with windows.
I stand upon the salty deck,
And feel the wind blow.
And I know you won't believe me
Though it is the truth to tell
That the living it is hard, oh,
But it suits me well.
My mother was a fireeater,
'Fore she desert us.
So when I was only seven years old
I joined the circus.
And I can tell a fair old story which I'm sure ain't no surprise
Of the places we have played, oh,
And it ain't no lies.
I've never had no money,
And no hope to get none.
I can always get a penny,
When there is good reason.
And I know you won't believe me
Though it is the truth to tell
That the living it is hard, oh,
But it suits me well.
My name is Jan the gypsy
C Dm
I travel the land.
D Bb6
There are no chains about me
C Dm
I am me own man.
Dm Bb F Am
I can tell a fair old story which I'm sure ain't no surprise
Bb C F G
Of the places I have been, oh,
Bb F
And they ain't no li-ies.
I've never had a proper home,
Not one like yours is.
I've nearly always had a caravan
With 'orses.
And I know you won't believe me
Though it is the truth to tell
That the living it is hard, oh,
But it suits me well.
I am a traveler of the seas,
I am a sailor.
The ocean has been good to me,
She ain't no jailor.
I can tell a fair old story which I'm sure ain't no surprise
Of the places I have sailed, oh,
And they ain't no lies.
I've never had a garden,
Or a place with windows.
I stand upon the salty deck,
And feel the wind blow.
And I know you won't believe me
Though it is the truth to tell
That the living it is hard, oh,
But it suits me well.
My mother was a fireeater,
'Fore she desert us.
So when I was only seven years old
I joined the circus.
And I can tell a fair old story which I'm sure ain't no surprise
Of the places we have played, oh,
And it ain't no lies.
I've never had no money,
And no hope to get none.
I can always get a penny,
When there is good reason.
And I know you won't believe me
Though it is the truth to tell
That the living it is hard, oh,
But it suits me well.
Sandy Posey
Sandy Rogers
Sandy Yu
Sanford - Townse (...)
Sanford Clark