Biografía:
John Craigie is an American singer-songwriter. He has been hailed as a "Modern-Day Troubadour" in the style of Woody Guthrie and Ramblin' Jack Elliott.
Over the years, Craigie has taken his unique musical style across the western United States. He stays true to the essence of folk music, and the traditions of the seminal writers of our past century. With timeless melodies and insightful lyrics—interspersed with witty storytelling—his songs take many poetic turns before bringing you back home.
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[Verse]
G G
I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man, that little man ain’t nothing but a thief
C
But I don’t care at all I was destined to be poor
G
I was destined to stay in this city
G
New Orleans in the morning after Mardi Gras
G
Is like the sweetest hangover you ever saw
C
All the buildings sag, beads hang from the trees
G
In the pink sky dawn I stumbled to Lafitte’s
C
In the corner of the bar with a notepad and a pen
G Am
A little hair of the dog, I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man
[Chorus]
C G
When the apocalypse is over, I hope you like your job
Am C G
Ain’t it a shame nobody sets anybody free anymore
[Verse]
G
I hate a song where the singer is mad at their ex
G
Cause they said they’d always love ‘em now they’ve gone up and left
C
And they complain and they whine, and they want ‘em to come back home
G Am
I say, out of seven billion people, let the ones who don’t love you go
[Chorus]
C G
When the apocalypse is over, I hope you like your job
Am C G
Ain’t it a shame nobody sets anybody free anymore
[Verse]
G
Never trust a musician who plays with their eyes open
G
All the good stuff happens when they’re closed
C G
You gotta give yourself the shivers before you can give ‘em to someone else
G
So I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man and I left it in the dust
G
The perfect song is the song that you only got to play once
C
I don’t wanna be no dinosaur blaming the asteroid for my strife
G Am
I might’ve been born yesterday, but I’ve been up all night
[Chorus]
C G
When the apocalypse is over, I hope you like your job
Am C G
Ain’t it a shame nobody sets anybody free anymore
G G
I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man, that little man ain’t nothing but a thief
C
But I don’t care at all I was destined to be poor
G
I was destined to stay in this city
G
New Orleans in the morning after Mardi Gras
G
Is like the sweetest hangover you ever saw
C
All the buildings sag, beads hang from the trees
G
In the pink sky dawn I stumbled to Lafitte’s
C
In the corner of the bar with a notepad and a pen
G Am
A little hair of the dog, I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man
[Chorus]
C G
When the apocalypse is over, I hope you like your job
Am C G
Ain’t it a shame nobody sets anybody free anymore
[Verse]
G
I hate a song where the singer is mad at their ex
G
Cause they said they’d always love ‘em now they’ve gone up and left
C
And they complain and they whine, and they want ‘em to come back home
G Am
I say, out of seven billion people, let the ones who don’t love you go
[Chorus]
C G
When the apocalypse is over, I hope you like your job
Am C G
Ain’t it a shame nobody sets anybody free anymore
[Verse]
G
Never trust a musician who plays with their eyes open
G
All the good stuff happens when they’re closed
C G
You gotta give yourself the shivers before you can give ‘em to someone else
G
So I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man and I left it in the dust
G
The perfect song is the song that you only got to play once
C
I don’t wanna be no dinosaur blaming the asteroid for my strife
G Am
I might’ve been born yesterday, but I’ve been up all night
[Chorus]
C G
When the apocalypse is over, I hope you like your job
Am C G
Ain’t it a shame nobody sets anybody free anymore
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