Biografía:
Tom T. Hall (born May 25, 1936 in Olive Hill, Kentucky) is an American country balladeer and songwriter. He has written 11 #1 Hits, with 26 more that hit the Top 10. He was the son of a preacher.
As a teen, Hall put together a band called the Kentucky Travelers that performed before movies for a travelling theater. During a stint in the Army, Hall performed over the Armed Forces Radio Network and wrote comic songs about Army experiences. His early career included being a radio announcer at WRON
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Otras canciones:
- Christmas Tree
- I Flew Over Our House Last Night
- That Song Is Driving Me Crazy
- Sneaky Snake
- A Hero In Harlan
- A Picture Of Your Mother
- A Week In A County Jail
- Aint Got The Time
- Another Town
- Back When Gas Was Thirty Cents A Gallon
- Back When We Were Young
- Ballad Of Forty Dollars
- Bar With No Beer
- Bill Monroe For Breakfast
- Candy In The Window
- Christmas Is
- Country Is
- Dont Forget The Coffee Billy Joe
- Everything From Jesus To Jack Daniels
- Faster Horses
- Forbidden Flowers
- Girls In Saigon City
- Homecoming
- I Cried All The Way To Kentucky
- I Like Beer
- I Love
- I Miss A Lot Of Trains
- I Want My Dog Back
- It Feels Better Now
- It Sure Can Get Cold In Des Moines
- La Blues
- Me And Jesus
- O Christmas Candle
- Old Dogs Children And Watermelon Wine
- Old Five And Dimers Like Me
- Once Upon A Road
- Over And Over Again
- Pay No Attention To Alice
- Ravishing Ruby
- Salute To A Switchblade
- Second Handed Flowers
- Shoe Shine Man
- Spokane Motel Blues
- Thats How I Got To Memphis
- The Monkey That Became President
- The Year Clayton Delaney Died
- The Year That Clayton Delaney Died
- Too Many Do Goods
- Tulsa Telephone Book
- Wash My Hands In The Morning Dew
- Were All In This Thing Alone
- When Nobody Wants Your Body Anymore
- Whos Gonna Feed Them Hogs
¡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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He was an old-time cowboy, don't you understand?
His eyes were sharp as razor blades; his face was leather-tanned
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His toes were pointed inwards from a-hangin' on a horse
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He was an old philosopher, of course
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He was so thin I swear you coulda used him for a whip
He had to drink a beer to keep his britches on his hips
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I knew I had to ask him 'bout the mysteries of life
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He spit between his boots and he replied:
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It's faster horses -- younger women -- older whiskey -- more money!
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He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains
He said It don't do men no good to pray for peace and rain
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Peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity
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And buffalo chips is all it means to me.
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I told him I was a poet; I was searchin' for the truth
I do not care for horses, whiskey, women or the loot
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I said I was a writer; my soul was all afire
D7 G
He looked at me and said "You are a liar."
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It's faster horses -- younger women -- older whiskey -- more money!
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Well, I was disillusioned, if I may say the least
I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his feet
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There was something cold and shiny a-layin' by my head
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So I started to believe the things he said.
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Now my poet days are over, and I'm back to bein' me
As I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality
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If my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learned
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I think that I will readily affirm:
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It's faster horses -- younger women -- older whiskey -- more money!
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It's faster horses -- younger women -- older whiskey -- more money!
He was an old-time cowboy, don't you understand?
His eyes were sharp as razor blades; his face was leather-tanned
C G
His toes were pointed inwards from a-hangin' on a horse
D7 G
He was an old philosopher, of course
G
He was so thin I swear you coulda used him for a whip
He had to drink a beer to keep his britches on his hips
C G
I knew I had to ask him 'bout the mysteries of life
D7 G
He spit between his boots and he replied:
G C D7 G
It's faster horses -- younger women -- older whiskey -- more money!
G
He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains
He said It don't do men no good to pray for peace and rain
C g
Peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity
D7 G
And buffalo chips is all it means to me.
G
I told him I was a poet; I was searchin' for the truth
I do not care for horses, whiskey, women or the loot
C
I said I was a writer; my soul was all afire
D7 G
He looked at me and said "You are a liar."
G C D7 G
It's faster horses -- younger women -- older whiskey -- more money!
G
Well, I was disillusioned, if I may say the least
I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his feet
C
There was something cold and shiny a-layin' by my head
D7 G
So I started to believe the things he said.
G
Now my poet days are over, and I'm back to bein' me
As I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality
C
If my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learned
D7 G
I think that I will readily affirm:
G C D7 G
It's faster horses -- younger women -- older whiskey -- more money!
G C D7 G
It's faster horses -- younger women -- older whiskey -- more money!
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