Biografía:
Dicen que fueron los primeros en definir el country rock ácido y aseguran que están entre los mejores, aunque no disfrutaron del éxito de otras bandas más longevas.
Los New Riders of the Purple Sage (o simplemente New Riders) surgen de la escena psiquedélica de San Francisco, California, en 1969. Originalmente fue un proyecto paralelo de Jerry Garcia, pero éste deja la banda antes de Gypsy Cowboy, tercer trabajo de los New Riders. El nucleo de la formación fue John Dawson (voz
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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!
Original by Jim & Jesse
[Verse 1]
D
I just pulled on to the highway in my little foreign car
D A D
Well it’s raining and the road is really bad
D
I never saw that big old diesel but I heard him hit the air
D A D
I’ve got a feeling that I might have made him mad
[Verse 2]
D
He closed the gap between us pushed the pedal on the floor
D A D
He’s makin’ ninety in that big old diesel truck
D
I can hear the names he’s calling me above the engine’s roar
D A D
And the words won’t be found in Webster’s books
[Verse 3]
D G
There’s a diesel on my tail a-making ninety miles an hour
G D A
My reflection in my mirror is mighty pale
A D G D
I can hear St.Peter calling I can almost smell the flowers
D A D
Can this compact take the impact there’s a diesel on my tail
[Verse 4]
D
Well I’m huffin’ and puffin’ and I’m trying to make the grade
D A D
And I wish I had some pedals on this cart
D
And I’m slippin’ and a-slidin’ and afraid to touch the brake
D A D
For the two of us could never stand the jar
[Verse 5]
D
Well I’m slippin’ and a-slidin’ trying to hold it on the road
D A D
And I tell you I just got to win this race
D
While I’m tremblin’ and a-shakin’ he is pouring on the coal
D A D
So close that I can steal his license plate
[Verse 1]
D
I just pulled on to the highway in my little foreign car
D A D
Well it’s raining and the road is really bad
D
I never saw that big old diesel but I heard him hit the air
D A D
I’ve got a feeling that I might have made him mad
[Verse 2]
D
He closed the gap between us pushed the pedal on the floor
D A D
He’s makin’ ninety in that big old diesel truck
D
I can hear the names he’s calling me above the engine’s roar
D A D
And the words won’t be found in Webster’s books
[Verse 3]
D G
There’s a diesel on my tail a-making ninety miles an hour
G D A
My reflection in my mirror is mighty pale
A D G D
I can hear St.Peter calling I can almost smell the flowers
D A D
Can this compact take the impact there’s a diesel on my tail
[Verse 4]
D
Well I’m huffin’ and puffin’ and I’m trying to make the grade
D A D
And I wish I had some pedals on this cart
D
And I’m slippin’ and a-slidin’ and afraid to touch the brake
D A D
For the two of us could never stand the jar
[Verse 5]
D
Well I’m slippin’ and a-slidin’ trying to hold it on the road
D A D
And I tell you I just got to win this race
D
While I’m tremblin’ and a-shakin’ he is pouring on the coal
D A D
So close that I can steal his license plate
New Wine
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New World
New York City
New Zealand
newworldson
Next
Next of Kin
Nexus (Estonia)
Nexxus