Biografía:
Greg Brown is a folk musician from Iowa, USA. His "Iowa Waltz" has been (unsuccessfully) proposed to replace the state song of Iowa.
During the 1980s, his reputation was established through frequent touring and recurring performances on A Prairie Home Companion. Subsequently, his work has been nominated for Grammy awards. He also founded his own record label and named it Red House Records after a home he lived in in Iowa. Red House Records is an independent record label specializing in folk music, based in St.
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Otras canciones:
- 857
- Bucket
- Canned Goods
- Cept You And Me Babe
- Early
- Heart Of My Country
- Here In The Going Going Gone
- If I Ever Do See You Again
- In The Dark With You
- Like A Dog
- Nice When It Rains
- Rooty Toot Toot For The Moon
- Spring Wind
- The Poet Game
- The Train Carrying Jimmie Rodgers Home
- Trump Cant Have That
- Who Woulda Thunk It
- Worrisome Years
¡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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Here In The Going Going Gone
by Greg Brown, from The Poet Game
submitted by Bob Steidl
( E A D G B E )
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CG: 3 2 0 0 3 0
Em: 0 2 2 0 0 0 (022010 C note often added to Em = Cmaj7)
D/F# 2 0 0 2 3 2
Intro: G6 Em D C G
Verse:
G6
Dark laughter on the teeter-totter,
Em (Cmaj7)
an old song floats across the water.
D C G D/F#
I know I should pack up and move on.
G6
One-note Johnnies proliferate,
Em (Cmaj7)
the wind rises, the hour is late
D C G
here in the going going gone.
To Intro:
My heart ain't mine, my heart is yours
or else I left it out-of-doors
like a baseball glove out on the lawn.
I'd walk through fire to retrieve it,
but still you never would believe it
here in the going going gone.
Everywhere you look you see
more of you and more of me
scrambling for the goods, the lines are drawn.
Peace and quiet, is there any?
We are the beautiful too many,
here in the going going gone.
Modern Love's a loaded gun.
I live alone and love everyone
and I feel pretty good, is that so wrong?
Passion called and I would blow it.
Now I'm an old Chinese poet
here in the going going gone.
Porch full of winter squash and pumpkin,
Summer's always really something,
but one day Fall arrives with a chilly dawn.
While lovers make love in warm beds,
the forsaken sit and scratch their heads
here in the going going gone.
The rain keeps falling on the flood.
The flower closes to a bud.
All my gifts you say are just a con.
But I'll always want to be your friend.
That is my prayer until Amen,
here in the going going gone.
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
Here In The Going Going Gone
by Greg Brown, from The Poet Game
submitted by Bob Steidl
( E A D G B E )
-----------
CG: 3 2 0 0 3 0
Em: 0 2 2 0 0 0 (022010 C note often added to Em = Cmaj7)
D/F# 2 0 0 2 3 2
Intro: G6 Em D C G
Verse:
G6
Dark laughter on the teeter-totter,
Em (Cmaj7)
an old song floats across the water.
D C G D/F#
I know I should pack up and move on.
G6
One-note Johnnies proliferate,
Em (Cmaj7)
the wind rises, the hour is late
D C G
here in the going going gone.
To Intro:
My heart ain't mine, my heart is yours
or else I left it out-of-doors
like a baseball glove out on the lawn.
I'd walk through fire to retrieve it,
but still you never would believe it
here in the going going gone.
Everywhere you look you see
more of you and more of me
scrambling for the goods, the lines are drawn.
Peace and quiet, is there any?
We are the beautiful too many,
here in the going going gone.
Modern Love's a loaded gun.
I live alone and love everyone
and I feel pretty good, is that so wrong?
Passion called and I would blow it.
Now I'm an old Chinese poet
here in the going going gone.
Porch full of winter squash and pumpkin,
Summer's always really something,
but one day Fall arrives with a chilly dawn.
While lovers make love in warm beds,
the forsaken sit and scratch their heads
here in the going going gone.
The rain keeps falling on the flood.
The flower closes to a bud.
All my gifts you say are just a con.
But I'll always want to be your friend.
That is my prayer until Amen,
here in the going going gone.
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