Biografía:
Cory Branan is a singer/songwriter, born in Southaven, Mississippi. He garnered comparisons to Ryan Adams, Pete Yorn, and Bright Eyes' Conor Oberst with the release of his 2002 debut album The Hell You Say.
By his teens, Branan was playing hard rock and heavy metal, eventually fronting a Black Sabbath cover band. In his early 20s he began to explore the music of John Prine, a move which urged him to pick up a guitar and start writing songs. In 2000, the Memphis chapter of NARAS awarded Branan with the Phillips Award for "Newcomer of the Year.
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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!
Play with the song for timing, there's a good recording of it on Ardent Presents Cory Branan
Em: 022000
B: x21200
A: 002200
C: x32010
D: 2x023x
G: 320003
F#: 2xx0xx
Em, B
Em, A
Em, B, Em
Em
Just after Appomattox
B
two last bullets and a bell
Em A
for the honest and the after
Em B Em
that the tragic curtain fell
There beneath the flood of headlines
and the Mississippi spray
the wreck of the Sultana lies
buried to this day
C D G D
buried to this day, boys
G, F# (bend E string), Em
(Continued for the rest of the song)
The Sultana was a steamboat
she made a New Orleans - Carol run
when a greedy Captain Mason heard
that since the war is done
And the union POWs
are free now, Uncle Sam is paying for their passage home, five dollars every man
Well that's four a head, the Captain said
calculating calm
a dollar per to the officers
should grease the Judas paw
So on a steamboat built to carry
three fifty with crew
twenty three hundred herded
a huddled multitude of purple scars
and leather shadows, midtattered, stitched and torn
What little's always left of glory's human uniform
a human uniform, boys
And when you figure in civilian men, women, children too
there's five hundred more plus the horses, cargo, coal and crew
And so it was and it wasn't the number's that night
you see the boiler needed grave repairs
but the Captain had rushed a patch job
so as not to lose one precious fare
And so, asleep, afloat beneath a sleepy Memphis sky
it came to pass a flame, a flash
and death, she opened wide
And the force of the blast took the fortunate, fast asleep, dreams to dust
but the rest awoke, chest to boat, with the thunder and the thrust
As the smokestacks smashed through the upper decks,
a screaming axe had fell
and a splintered rain of men and flames
pinned in a crush of hell
And diving in, the drowning men, entangled anchor's roar
their frantic limbs heavy in the anesthetic coal
And it was swollen ?that's a silence?, the river reaked her spoils
as the stoney moon stared on and on
where the ?general recoiled?
Until the morning sun rose warm upon the lucky living through
the hell and the highwater maze he'd steered them straight into
I ain't saying the Captain's evil
I ain't saying he's any good
just whereever he stood to profit
that's where he stood
He may have stood until the flames forked over
paid dearly what the river pulls down
but all the accounts will tell you
how his body was never found
It was the end of the Sultana
the end of many good men as well
so for now we'll end the story
that couldn't count on time to tell
Though deadlier than the Titanic's legendary fall
I guess it's less romantic, mostly soldiers after all
More dead than Shiloh, Chickamauga
and others lesser known
more anthems send a soldier off
than ever sing him home
than ever sing him home, boys
Em: 022000
B: x21200
A: 002200
C: x32010
D: 2x023x
G: 320003
F#: 2xx0xx
Em, B
Em, A
Em, B, Em
Em
Just after Appomattox
B
two last bullets and a bell
Em A
for the honest and the after
Em B Em
that the tragic curtain fell
There beneath the flood of headlines
and the Mississippi spray
the wreck of the Sultana lies
buried to this day
C D G D
buried to this day, boys
G, F# (bend E string), Em
(Continued for the rest of the song)
The Sultana was a steamboat
she made a New Orleans - Carol run
when a greedy Captain Mason heard
that since the war is done
And the union POWs
are free now, Uncle Sam is paying for their passage home, five dollars every man
Well that's four a head, the Captain said
calculating calm
a dollar per to the officers
should grease the Judas paw
So on a steamboat built to carry
three fifty with crew
twenty three hundred herded
a huddled multitude of purple scars
and leather shadows, midtattered, stitched and torn
What little's always left of glory's human uniform
a human uniform, boys
And when you figure in civilian men, women, children too
there's five hundred more plus the horses, cargo, coal and crew
And so it was and it wasn't the number's that night
you see the boiler needed grave repairs
but the Captain had rushed a patch job
so as not to lose one precious fare
And so, asleep, afloat beneath a sleepy Memphis sky
it came to pass a flame, a flash
and death, she opened wide
And the force of the blast took the fortunate, fast asleep, dreams to dust
but the rest awoke, chest to boat, with the thunder and the thrust
As the smokestacks smashed through the upper decks,
a screaming axe had fell
and a splintered rain of men and flames
pinned in a crush of hell
And diving in, the drowning men, entangled anchor's roar
their frantic limbs heavy in the anesthetic coal
And it was swollen ?that's a silence?, the river reaked her spoils
as the stoney moon stared on and on
where the ?general recoiled?
Until the morning sun rose warm upon the lucky living through
the hell and the highwater maze he'd steered them straight into
I ain't saying the Captain's evil
I ain't saying he's any good
just whereever he stood to profit
that's where he stood
He may have stood until the flames forked over
paid dearly what the river pulls down
but all the accounts will tell you
how his body was never found
It was the end of the Sultana
the end of many good men as well
so for now we'll end the story
that couldn't count on time to tell
Though deadlier than the Titanic's legendary fall
I guess it's less romantic, mostly soldiers after all
More dead than Shiloh, Chickamauga
and others lesser known
more anthems send a soldier off
than ever sing him home
than ever sing him home, boys
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Cory Wells
Cosas Que Pasan
Coshish
Cosimo Morleo
Costa este
Costa Familia
costee
Costera
Costumbre