Biografía:
Bobby Long (nascido em 18 de setembro de 1985) é um cantor/compositor britânico que possui seu extenso trabalho acústico com raízes no folk. Nascido Robert Thomas Long em Wigan, próximo a Manchester, se mudou com 4 anos de idade para Calne em Wiltshire, onde cresceu, apesar de ainda manter suas raízes em Wigan, ele atualmente vive na cidade de Nova York.
Seu primeiro álbum, "A Winter Tale" foi lançado pela ATO Records no dia 1 de fevereiro de 2011.
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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!
*Capo the 2nd fret....
The same chords continue throughout...
Am C
F C G
Am C
I lost my English soul,
F C G
Pulling out the corpse,
Am C
Sheltering in the Trenches again,
F C G
crying for remorse,
Am C
I let my arms down,
walked away in a trance,
there's parts of me laid out,
all over France,
so I took my last waltz,
Got caught up in the wire,
wrote a letter for my love,
as I head from the fire,
an old soldier carrying me,
way to the coast, he bathe my wounds in the sea,
I'm in the hands of a ghost, I'm in the hands of a ghost
Their boats came on in,
I tried to run away,
I got taken hard by the throat,
in the burning light of day
set down by the iron punch,
so broken and alone,
left my blood on the beach for the tide to take me home
see my girl she gave up,
she had taken me for dead,
she forgot all her promises and everything she said,
living in the darkest dream,
I rose up in the cold
& this scar that I wear outside,
is two years old,
and this scar that I wear outside,
is two years old,
two years old
living in the past,
living by the mile I took the same walk down,
that I did as a child,
the flags flew for a man,
unaware of the fate, no one saw me walk down, on my very last parade,
so thoughts turn to dust,
so I headed for the mound,
I strayed up the path, waiting for the count,
living in the darkest dream so broken and all alone
this pain that I have inside is two years old
these scars that I have inside are more than two years old
these pain that I have inside is two years old
these scars that I wear inside is more than two years old
is more than two years(x5)
The same chords continue throughout...
Am C
F C G
Am C
I lost my English soul,
F C G
Pulling out the corpse,
Am C
Sheltering in the Trenches again,
F C G
crying for remorse,
Am C
I let my arms down,
walked away in a trance,
there's parts of me laid out,
all over France,
so I took my last waltz,
Got caught up in the wire,
wrote a letter for my love,
as I head from the fire,
an old soldier carrying me,
way to the coast, he bathe my wounds in the sea,
I'm in the hands of a ghost, I'm in the hands of a ghost
Their boats came on in,
I tried to run away,
I got taken hard by the throat,
in the burning light of day
set down by the iron punch,
so broken and alone,
left my blood on the beach for the tide to take me home
see my girl she gave up,
she had taken me for dead,
she forgot all her promises and everything she said,
living in the darkest dream,
I rose up in the cold
& this scar that I wear outside,
is two years old,
and this scar that I wear outside,
is two years old,
two years old
living in the past,
living by the mile I took the same walk down,
that I did as a child,
the flags flew for a man,
unaware of the fate, no one saw me walk down, on my very last parade,
so thoughts turn to dust,
so I headed for the mound,
I strayed up the path, waiting for the count,
living in the darkest dream so broken and all alone
this pain that I have inside is two years old
these scars that I have inside are more than two years old
these pain that I have inside is two years old
these scars that I wear inside is more than two years old
is more than two years(x5)
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