Biografía:
Crooked Still is a self-styled alternative bluegrass band consisting of vocalist Aoife O'Donovan, cellist Tristan Clarridge, fiddler Brittany Haas, banjo player Dr. Gregory Liszt, and bassist Corey DiMario. They are known for their high energy, technical skill, unique instrumentation and innovative acoustic style.
O'Donovan and DiMario met at the New England Conservatory of Music in Boston, Massachusetts in spring of 2001. Former cellist Rushad Eggleston
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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!
[Intro]
N.C.
Went out one night to make a little round
N.C.
I met little Sadie and I shot her down
N.C.
Went back home, jumped into bed
N.C.
44 pistol under my head
Bm E Bm E
[Verse]
Bm E
I woke up in the morning about half past nine
A F#m
The hacks and the buggies standing in line
Bm E
Gents and gamblers standing around
A F#m D Bm E
Taking little Sadie to her burying ground
Bm E
I began to think of what a deed I'd done
A F#m
I grabbed my hat and away I run
Bm E
Made a good run, just a little too slow
A F#m D
They overtook me in jericho
Bm E G A
[Verse]
Bm E
Standing on the corner a reading a bill
A F#m
And up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville
Bm E
He said miss is your name Brown
A F#m D Bm E
Remember the night you shot Sadie down
Bm E
I said oh yes sir but my name is Lee
A F#m
And I murdered little Sadie in the first degree
Bm E
First degree and second degree
A F#m D Bm E
Got any papers will you read 'em to me
Bm E
So they took me downtown and dressed me in black
A F#m
Put me on a train and started me back
Bm E
All the way back to the Thomasville jail
A F#m D Bm E Bm E
Had no money for to go my bail
[Solo]
(i'm not sure in this part)
Bm E G E A
Bm A F#m D
Bm A F#m D
Bm E
[Verse]
Bm E
The judge and the jury they took their stand
A F#m
The judge had the papers in his right hand
Bm E
Forty one days, forty one nights
A F#m D Bm E
Forty one years to wear the ball and stripes
[Outro]
Bm E
Went out one night to make a little round
A F#m
I met little Sadie and I shot her down
Bm E
Went back home, jumped into bed
A D Bm A F#m D
44 pistol under my head
Bm A F#m D
D E Bm
N.C.
Went out one night to make a little round
N.C.
I met little Sadie and I shot her down
N.C.
Went back home, jumped into bed
N.C.
44 pistol under my head
Bm E Bm E
[Verse]
Bm E
I woke up in the morning about half past nine
A F#m
The hacks and the buggies standing in line
Bm E
Gents and gamblers standing around
A F#m D Bm E
Taking little Sadie to her burying ground
Bm E
I began to think of what a deed I'd done
A F#m
I grabbed my hat and away I run
Bm E
Made a good run, just a little too slow
A F#m D
They overtook me in jericho
Bm E G A
[Verse]
Bm E
Standing on the corner a reading a bill
A F#m
And up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville
Bm E
He said miss is your name Brown
A F#m D Bm E
Remember the night you shot Sadie down
Bm E
I said oh yes sir but my name is Lee
A F#m
And I murdered little Sadie in the first degree
Bm E
First degree and second degree
A F#m D Bm E
Got any papers will you read 'em to me
Bm E
So they took me downtown and dressed me in black
A F#m
Put me on a train and started me back
Bm E
All the way back to the Thomasville jail
A F#m D Bm E Bm E
Had no money for to go my bail
[Solo]
(i'm not sure in this part)
Bm E G E A
Bm A F#m D
Bm A F#m D
Bm E
[Verse]
Bm E
The judge and the jury they took their stand
A F#m
The judge had the papers in his right hand
Bm E
Forty one days, forty one nights
A F#m D Bm E
Forty one years to wear the ball and stripes
[Outro]
Bm E
Went out one night to make a little round
A F#m
I met little Sadie and I shot her down
Bm E
Went back home, jumped into bed
A D Bm A F#m D
44 pistol under my head
Bm A F#m D
D E Bm
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