Biografía:
Jeffrey Foucault (born January 1976 in Janesville, Wisconsin) is an American singer-songwriter grown out of the americana/folk troubadour tradition. Foucault's musical career was seeded at seventeen, when he began playing John Prine tunes on his father's beat up mail-order guitar, and spent long evenings in his bedroom, spinning piles of old records on a hand-me-down turntable. When he was 18 he stole a copy of Townes Van Zandt: Live and Obscure from a friend
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Otras canciones:
- 4 20 Blues
- Appeline
- Ballad Of Copper Junction A Journeymans Lament
- Battle Hymn
- City Flower
- Cold Satellite
- Cross Of The Flowers
- Des Moines
- Deserters Information Center
- Dont Look For Me
- Doubletree
- Dove And The Waterline
- Everybodys Famous
- Far From Me
- Geese Fly By
- Ghost Repeater
- Goners Most
- He Was In Heaven Before He Died
- Heart To The Husk
- Hello In There
- Hurricane Lamp
- I Dream An Old Lover
- I Love You And You Are A Fool
- Idaho
- Jesus Will Fix It For You
- Lodi
- Mesa Arizona
- Northbound 35
- Nothing I Wouldnt Do Except Stay
- One Part Love
- Paradise
- Passerines
- Pearl Handled Pistol
- Pretty Girl In A Small Town
- Slow Talker
- Speed Of The Sound Of Loneliness
- Starlight And Static
- Street Light Halos
- Stripping Cane
- Sunrise In The Rearview
- Train To Jackson
- Unwed Fathers
- Walking At Dusk
¡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]
D F D F D F D
[Verse 1]
My father laid the trees down
G D
He broke them with his hands
G
Last year he died and left me nothing
D G
But this frame I fill
A union card
F D
And a pair of workman's hands
[Verse 2]
And I was brought up in the north of here
G
In Copper Junction town
D
Where there ain't no longer
G
Any copper in the ground
D
Just the reservation land
G
Empty logging towns
Paper mills
F D
And drawers of hand me downs
[Verse 3]
G
In 1964, I was seventeen years old
D
I got caught up in the draft
G
I did like I was told
D
And spent a pair of too long years
G
Too young to be so old
D
Well, it don't take too much sense
G
Just to come in from the cold
D G
Guess I never did
D
I guess I never did
[Verse 4]
Back home it was the bottle
G
Back to work with my old man
D
But we didn't get on so good
G
And it wasn't like we planned
D
And the last I saw of him
G
So drunk he couldn't stand
F D
And that wagon's rolling empty
[Verse 5]
So I got myself cleaned up
G
I was married for a while
D
But that ring just kept on falling off
G
And sometimes I wonder why
D
But now it's years ago and faded
From whiskey and from rye
G F D
And I wonder if it matters
[Instrumental]
D
[Verse 6]
My father laid the trees down
G
He broke them with his hands
D
And now I'm just like him
G
I got nowhere left to stand
D
And that wagon's rolling empty
And I've got nothing but the frame I fill
G
A union card
F D
And a pair of workman's hands
[Outro]
D
D F D F D F D
[Verse 1]
My father laid the trees down
G D
He broke them with his hands
G
Last year he died and left me nothing
D G
But this frame I fill
A union card
F D
And a pair of workman's hands
[Verse 2]
And I was brought up in the north of here
G
In Copper Junction town
D
Where there ain't no longer
G
Any copper in the ground
D
Just the reservation land
G
Empty logging towns
Paper mills
F D
And drawers of hand me downs
[Verse 3]
G
In 1964, I was seventeen years old
D
I got caught up in the draft
G
I did like I was told
D
And spent a pair of too long years
G
Too young to be so old
D
Well, it don't take too much sense
G
Just to come in from the cold
D G
Guess I never did
D
I guess I never did
[Verse 4]
Back home it was the bottle
G
Back to work with my old man
D
But we didn't get on so good
G
And it wasn't like we planned
D
And the last I saw of him
G
So drunk he couldn't stand
F D
And that wagon's rolling empty
[Verse 5]
So I got myself cleaned up
G
I was married for a while
D
But that ring just kept on falling off
G
And sometimes I wonder why
D
But now it's years ago and faded
From whiskey and from rye
G F D
And I wonder if it matters
[Instrumental]
D
[Verse 6]
My father laid the trees down
G
He broke them with his hands
D
And now I'm just like him
G
I got nowhere left to stand
D
And that wagon's rolling empty
And I've got nothing but the frame I fill
G
A union card
F D
And a pair of workman's hands
[Outro]
D
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Jelka van Houten
Jelle B
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