Biografía:
Charlie Robison (nascido em 1 de setembro de 1964, Houston, Texas) é um American singer / songwriter, que foi suscitada no Bandera, Texas. Seu irmão é cantor / compositor Bruce Robison.
Carreira
Antes de ir sozinho, Charlie Robison estava nas bandas Chaparral, Milionário Playboys, e dois e um Hoots Holler. Em um ponto, Robison foi sobre Warner Brothers, mas aparentemente não ver olhos nos olhos sobre sua carreira musical lá e para a esquerda para liberar alguns álbuns em seu próprio país.
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Otras canciones:
- Always
- Angry All The Time
- Arms Of Love
- Barlight
- Beautiful Day
- Big City Blues
- Desperate Times
- Dont Feel That Way
- Down Again
- Good Times
- Hometown
- I Dont Feel That Way Anymore
- I Want You Bad
- Indianola
- John Oreilly
- Life Of The Party
- Loving County
- Mollys Blues
- My Hometown
- New Years Day
- Photograph
- Poor Mans Son
- Red Letter Day
- She Leaves Her Heart At Home
- Sunset Boulevard
- Thats Good
- The Bottom
- The Wedding Song
- Tonight
- Walter
- Youre Not The Best
¡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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John O'Reilly - Charlie Robison
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Tabbed by: DrHess84
Tuning: Standard
Capo II (Relative to capo)
D G
My name is John O'Reilly and my father worked the fields
D A
In the hills of old Kilarny where I helped him turn the wheels
D G
My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
D A D
And I used my fists for gambling on those wet Kilarny streets
D G
Well the ship left for America and I took my pack aboard
D A
Said goodbye to my dear Ireland said a prayer to my dear lord
D G
But I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they called hell
D A D
Well I fought them for their dollar and those guineas paid me well
Chorus:
D
Fair the well fair Dover
G
Fair the well your seasons turn
D Bm A D
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return
D G
Well I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey shore
D A
My gut stayed full of whiskey and my bed stayed full of whores
D G
Well they called my right a cannonball and my left they called the same
D A D
And I left them all lyin' half in blood and half in shame
D G
Well I met a man on 32 and he stuck out his hand
D A
And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
D G
Well I said it could be done but only for another two
D A D
And he smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe
Chorus:
D
Fair the well fair dover
G
Fair the well your seasons turn
D Bm A D
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return
D G
Well they rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
D A
And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
D G
Then I let loose a right that they still talk about today
D A D
For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way
D G
They covered every dock and every port there on the coast
D A
Looking for the double crosser who had turned into a ghost
D G
But I was on a train my friend that rode the other way
D A D
And I'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day
Chorus: x2
D
Fair the well fair Dover
G
Fair the well your seasons turn
D Bm A D
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return
John O'Reilly - Charlie Robison
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Tabbed by: DrHess84
Tuning: Standard
Capo II (Relative to capo)
D G
My name is John O'Reilly and my father worked the fields
D A
In the hills of old Kilarny where I helped him turn the wheels
D G
My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
D A D
And I used my fists for gambling on those wet Kilarny streets
D G
Well the ship left for America and I took my pack aboard
D A
Said goodbye to my dear Ireland said a prayer to my dear lord
D G
But I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they called hell
D A D
Well I fought them for their dollar and those guineas paid me well
Chorus:
D
Fair the well fair Dover
G
Fair the well your seasons turn
D Bm A D
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return
D G
Well I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey shore
D A
My gut stayed full of whiskey and my bed stayed full of whores
D G
Well they called my right a cannonball and my left they called the same
D A D
And I left them all lyin' half in blood and half in shame
D G
Well I met a man on 32 and he stuck out his hand
D A
And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
D G
Well I said it could be done but only for another two
D A D
And he smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe
Chorus:
D
Fair the well fair dover
G
Fair the well your seasons turn
D Bm A D
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return
D G
Well they rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
D A
And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
D G
Then I let loose a right that they still talk about today
D A D
For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way
D G
They covered every dock and every port there on the coast
D A
Looking for the double crosser who had turned into a ghost
D G
But I was on a train my friend that rode the other way
D A D
And I'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day
Chorus: x2
D
Fair the well fair Dover
G
Fair the well your seasons turn
D Bm A D
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return
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