Biografía:
Uncle Tupelo fue una banda de country alternativo. Existió hasta 1994. Tras su separación Jeff Twedy pasaría a formar Wilco mientras Jay Farrar formaría Son Volt.
Uncle Tupelo destacaron en su papel de renovadores del country, siendo una de las bandas que dieron paso a la actual pléyade de grupos instalados en las coordenadas del alt-country.
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Otras canciones:
- New Madrid
- Acuff Rose
- Black Eye
- Chickamauga
- Cold Shoulder
- Fifteen Keys
- Give Back The Key
- Give Back The Keys To My Heart
- Graveyard Shift
- Grindstone
- Gun
- Hi Water
- I Wish My Baby Was Born
- If Thats Alright
- Indianapolis
- Life Worth Livin
- No Depression
- No Sense In Lovin
- Sauget Wind
- Screen Door
- Slate
- Steal The Crumbs
- Still Be Around
- The Long Cut
- There Was A Time
- Warfare
- Weve Been Had
- Wherever
- Whiskey Bottle
- Wipe The Clock
¡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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If you find yourself standin'
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Maybe a piece of mind
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Got all lost and run down
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Tired of "Take your place at the end, son!"
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Get to you one by one
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No light ever shines
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Dead end tears that dry
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Maybe a waste of words in time
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Never a waste of life
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These rungs below
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Clockwork of destruction
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Hangin' low over our heads
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No light ever shines
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Dead end tears that dry
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Maybe a waste of words in time
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Never a waste of life
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Maybe a waste of words in time
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Never a waste of life
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At the end of the line
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Looking for a piece of something
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Maybe a piece of mind
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Got all lost and run down
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Nowhere to hold on
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Tired of "Take your place at the end, son!"
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Get to you one by one
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No light ever shines
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Dead end tears that dry
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Maybe a waste of words in time
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Never a waste of life
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Just fillin' a quota, getting along
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Handcuffs hurt worse
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When you've done nothing wrong
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No thanks to the treadmill
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These rungs below
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Clockwork of destruction
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Hangin' low over our heads
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Always a smokestack cloud
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Or a slow walkin' death
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No light ever shines
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Dead end tears that dry
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Maybe a waste of words in time
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Never a waste of life
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Maybe a waste of words in time
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Never a waste of life
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