Biografía:
Guy Clark es un cantautor de música country. Nació en 1941 en Monahans (Texas, Estados Unidos). Sus primeras influencias fueron la música y canciones hispanas que escuchó en su niñez en Texas. Está casado con la compositora y artista Susanna Clark. También trabaja como luthier.
Guy Clark alcanzó el éxito como compositor con las canciones "L.A. Freeway" y "Desperados Waiting For A Train" que grabó Jerry Jeff Walker. Músicos como Johnny Cash, Vince Gill, Ricky Skaggs, Steve Wariner y Rodney Crowell han grabado canciones suyas.
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Otras canciones:
- Desperados Waiting For A Train
- A Little Of Both
- A Nickel For The Fiddler
- Anyhow I Love You
- Bag Of Bones
- Baton Rouge
- Black Diamond Strings
- Black Haired Boy
- Boats To Build
- Broken Hearted People
- Cold Dog Soup
- Dancin Days
- Dublin Blues
- El Coyote
- Forever For Always For Certain
- Fort Worth Blues
- Hanging Your Life On A Wall
- Hell Bent On A Heartache
- Heros
- Home Grown Tomatoes
- Homeless
- Howd You Get This Number
- I Dont Love You Much Do I
- Immigrant Eyes
- Indian Cowboy
- Instant Coffee Blues
- La Freeway
- Like A Coat From The Cold
- Lone Star Hotel
- Magdaline
- Magnolia Wind
- Maybe I Can Paint Over That
- Me Im Feelin The Same
- Mud
- My Favorite Picture Of You
- My Marie
- Off The Map
- Old Friends
- Out In The Parkin Lot
- Picassos Mandolin
- Red River
- Rita Ballou
- Shade Of All Greens
- She Aint Goin Nowhere
- Soldiers Joy 1864
- South Coast Of Texas
- Stuff That Works
- Texas 19
- Texas 1947
- That Old Time Feeling
- The Ballad Of Laverne And Captain Flint
- The Cape
- The Carpenter
- The Dark
- The Guitar
- The Houston Kid
- The Last Gunfighter Ballad
- Tornado Time In Texas
- Watermelon Dream
- Wild Man From Borneo
- Worry Be Gone
¡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!
[Verse 1]
Em
The old gunfighter on the porch
D
stared into the sun
C G
and relived the days of living by the gun
Em
when deadly games of pride were played
D
and living was mistakes not made
C
and the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
Ah, the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 2]
Em
It's always keep your back to the sun
D
and he can almost feel the weight of the gun
C
it's faster than snakes or the blink of an eye
G
and it's a time for all slow men to die
Em
and his eyes get squinty and his fingers twitch
D
and he empties the gun at the son of a bitch
C
and he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 3]
Em
Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar
D
he's back in his chair in front of the bar
C
and the streets are empty and the blood's all dried
G
and the dead are dust and the whiskey's inside
Em
so buy him a drink and lend him an ear
D
he's nobody's fool and the only one here
C
who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
remember the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 4]
Em
He said I stood in that street before it was paved
D
learned shoot or be shot before I could shave
C
and I did it all for the money and fame
G
noble was nothing but feeling no shame
Em
and nothing was sacred 'sept stayin' alive
D
and all that I learned from a Colt 45
C
was to curse the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
curse the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 5]
Em
Now he's just an old man that no one believes
D
says he's a gunfighter, the last of the breed
C
and there are ghosts in the street seeking revenge
G
calling him out to the lunatic fringe
Em
now he's out in the traffic checking the sun
D
and he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun
C
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
so much for the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Em
The old gunfighter on the porch
D
stared into the sun
C G
and relived the days of living by the gun
Em
when deadly games of pride were played
D
and living was mistakes not made
C
and the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
Ah, the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 2]
Em
It's always keep your back to the sun
D
and he can almost feel the weight of the gun
C
it's faster than snakes or the blink of an eye
G
and it's a time for all slow men to die
Em
and his eyes get squinty and his fingers twitch
D
and he empties the gun at the son of a bitch
C
and he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 3]
Em
Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar
D
he's back in his chair in front of the bar
C
and the streets are empty and the blood's all dried
G
and the dead are dust and the whiskey's inside
Em
so buy him a drink and lend him an ear
D
he's nobody's fool and the only one here
C
who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
remember the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 4]
Em
He said I stood in that street before it was paved
D
learned shoot or be shot before I could shave
C
and I did it all for the money and fame
G
noble was nothing but feeling no shame
Em
and nothing was sacred 'sept stayin' alive
D
and all that I learned from a Colt 45
C
was to curse the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
curse the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 5]
Em
Now he's just an old man that no one believes
D
says he's a gunfighter, the last of the breed
C
and there are ghosts in the street seeking revenge
G
calling him out to the lunatic fringe
Em
now he's out in the traffic checking the sun
D
and he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun
C
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
so much for the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
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