Biografía:
Otis Gibbs is a man in search of an honest experience. Some people refer to him as a folk artist, but that is a simplistic way to describe a man who has planted over 7,000 trees, slept in hobo jungles, walked with nomadic shepherds in the Carpathian Mountains, been strip-searched by dirty cops in Detroit, and has an FBI file. Otis has played everywhere from labor rallies in Wisconsin, to anti-war protests in Texas, Austria and the Czech Republic, Feed & Seed Stores in the Midwestern U.
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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!
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He was almost blind
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They say it happens when you've been punched to many times
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His hands were stone
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He was a bare-knuckle champion in an earlier life
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It was hard not to stare
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At his busted up nose and cauliflower ears
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And he'd smile at me
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And say the toughest fighters have their souvenirs
[Chorus]
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How to carry on
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When the hardest punch is thrown
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And take away the burden from our shoulders
[Verse]
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He lived next door
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He'd sometimes get with my father and talk about life
Am F
And sit on the porch
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Drinkin' beer and remembering happier times
Am F
And I was a child
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And I was far too young to ever understand
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What it meant to have a son
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Who'd been drafted and killed in Vietnam
[Chorus]
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How to carry on
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When the hardest punch is thrown
F C
And take away the burden from our shoulders
[Verse]
Am F
My father and I
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Tried to keep him company so his mind could rest
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On Saturday nights
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We'd huddle 'round a black and white TV set
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And we all stood and cheered
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When Ali knocked out Foreman that night in Zaire
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And later that night
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My father held his hand as he broke down and cried
[Chorus]
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How to carry on
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When the hardest punch is thrown
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And take away the burden from our shoulders
[Verse]
Am F
And there stands a wall
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In the clearing across from the national mall
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It's crowded with names
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Of the thousands of children that never came home
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I stood in the rain
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Watching dozens of mourners stumbling by
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When I saw his name
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I felt the ghost of our fathers kneeling at my side
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Am F C
[Verse]
C Am F
He was almost blind
C
They say it happens when you've been punched to many times
Am F
His hands were stone
C
He was a bare-knuckle champion in an earlier life
Am F
It was hard not to stare
C
At his busted up nose and cauliflower ears
Am F
And he'd smile at me
C G
And say the toughest fighters have their souvenirs
[Chorus]
F
How to carry on
C
When the hardest punch is thrown
F C
And take away the burden from our shoulders
[Verse]
Am F
He lived next door
C
He'd sometimes get with my father and talk about life
Am F
And sit on the porch
C
Drinkin' beer and remembering happier times
Am F
And I was a child
C
And I was far too young to ever understand
Am F
What it meant to have a son
C G
Who'd been drafted and killed in Vietnam
[Chorus]
F
How to carry on
C
When the hardest punch is thrown
F C
And take away the burden from our shoulders
[Verse]
Am F
My father and I
C
Tried to keep him company so his mind could rest
Am F
On Saturday nights
C
We'd huddle 'round a black and white TV set
Am F
And we all stood and cheered
C
When Ali knocked out Foreman that night in Zaire
Am F
And later that night
C G
My father held his hand as he broke down and cried
[Chorus]
F
How to carry on
C
When the hardest punch is thrown
F C
And take away the burden from our shoulders
[Verse]
Am F
And there stands a wall
C
In the clearing across from the national mall
Am F
It's crowded with names
C
Of the thousands of children that never came home
Am F
I stood in the rain
C
Watching dozens of mourners stumbling by
Am F
When I saw his name
C
I felt the ghost of our fathers kneeling at my side
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