Biografía:
Bill Morrissey (November 25, 1951 – July 23, 2011) was an American folk singer-songwriter from New Hampshire. Many of his songs reflect the harsh realities of life in crumbling New England mill towns.
Hailing from New Hampshire in the northeastern United States, singer-songwriter Bill Morrissey wrote about everyday life on the fringes, both geographical--e.g., fading mill towns, railyards, prisons--and interpersonal--e.g., instant infatuation with an unknown woman at a bar.
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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 2nd
Intro: C/G - F/C(open 1st string)
C/G
They used to come to town from the Naval base
F/C
Looking for a stiff drink and a pretty face
C/G F/C
Hang around the whore houses all night long
C/G
Well some were drifters and some were bums
F/C
Some just waited for the war to come
C/G Am F/C G
Out behind the factory with a bottle and a factory girl
C/G F/C C/G F/C
In that small town on the river, just a small town on the river
C/G F/C
Well that December war broke out, many a woman lost her man
C/G F/C
Some wrote from overseas, some didn’t and their women didn’t understand
C/G F/C
And the whores left for the harbor towns where the business was still good
C/G Am F/C G
And the factory girls put in double shifts, worked as much time as they could
C/G F/C C/G F/C
In that small town on the river, just a small town on the river
C/G F/C
Well some men came home aces, some were carried home
C/G F/C
All of them were heroes, no man was left alone
C/G F/C
Some took jobs, some went to school, some found they’d fathered kids
C/G Am F/C G
Some men tried, but could not forget, some wound up on the skids
C/G F/C C/G F/C
In that small town on the river, just a small town on the river
C/G F/C
Well forty years later the town remains the same
C/G
One mill burnt down, another one was built
F/C
The paychecks now come from a different name
C/G F/C
And at the Eagles and the Legion halls, no one seems to age
C/G Am F/C G
With the same jokes told and the TV on; the paper open to the sports page
C/G F/C C/G F/C
In that small town on the river, just a small town on the river
C/G F/C
And I was talking with the bartender last night at the PAC
C/G F/C
A Navy man from World War II, sharp dresser though he don’t have to be
C/G F/C
And over a double bourbon, he said “I’ll tell ya man to man”
C/G Am F/C G
“Well this town died forty years ago, son; get out while you can”
C/G F/C C/G F/C
It’s just a small town on the river, we’re nothing but a small town on the river
C/G F/C G C/G
We’re nothing but a small town on the river
Intro: C/G - F/C(open 1st string)
C/G
They used to come to town from the Naval base
F/C
Looking for a stiff drink and a pretty face
C/G F/C
Hang around the whore houses all night long
C/G
Well some were drifters and some were bums
F/C
Some just waited for the war to come
C/G Am F/C G
Out behind the factory with a bottle and a factory girl
C/G F/C C/G F/C
In that small town on the river, just a small town on the river
C/G F/C
Well that December war broke out, many a woman lost her man
C/G F/C
Some wrote from overseas, some didn’t and their women didn’t understand
C/G F/C
And the whores left for the harbor towns where the business was still good
C/G Am F/C G
And the factory girls put in double shifts, worked as much time as they could
C/G F/C C/G F/C
In that small town on the river, just a small town on the river
C/G F/C
Well some men came home aces, some were carried home
C/G F/C
All of them were heroes, no man was left alone
C/G F/C
Some took jobs, some went to school, some found they’d fathered kids
C/G Am F/C G
Some men tried, but could not forget, some wound up on the skids
C/G F/C C/G F/C
In that small town on the river, just a small town on the river
C/G F/C
Well forty years later the town remains the same
C/G
One mill burnt down, another one was built
F/C
The paychecks now come from a different name
C/G F/C
And at the Eagles and the Legion halls, no one seems to age
C/G Am F/C G
With the same jokes told and the TV on; the paper open to the sports page
C/G F/C C/G F/C
In that small town on the river, just a small town on the river
C/G F/C
And I was talking with the bartender last night at the PAC
C/G F/C
A Navy man from World War II, sharp dresser though he don’t have to be
C/G F/C
And over a double bourbon, he said “I’ll tell ya man to man”
C/G Am F/C G
“Well this town died forty years ago, son; get out while you can”
C/G F/C C/G F/C
It’s just a small town on the river, we’re nothing but a small town on the river
C/G F/C G C/G
We’re nothing but a small town on the river
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