Biografía:
Peter Rowan (b. July 4, 1942 in Boston, Massachusetts) is an American bluegrass musician and composer. Rowan plays guitar and mandolin, yodels and sings.
While in high school in 1956, Peter formed the Tex-Mex group The Cupids which became locally famous and self-released a single. In 1963 he joined the Mother Bay State Entertainers and played mandolin on their record, The String Band Project.
He became a member of Bill Monroe's Blue Grass Boys in 1964 before forming Earth Opera with David Grisman in 1967.
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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!
[Chorus]
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
On the trail of the buffalo
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
[Verse 1&2]
G C
A hundred miles from nowhere out on the desert sand
D G
One-eyed Jack, the trader, held some torquoise in his hand
G C
By his side sat Running Elk, his long-time Indian friend
D G
He vowed that he would stay by Jack until the bitter end
G C
Jack had gambled everything he owned to lead this wandering life
D G
He might have had a happy home and a tender loving wife
G C
But his hunger was for trading trapper's furs for torquoise stone
D G
Anything that the Indians had, Jack wanted for his own
[Chorus]
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
On the trail of the buffalo
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
[Verse 3&4]
G C
Said Jack to Running Elk, I'll gamble all my precious stones
D G
Before I leave my body here among these bleaching bones
G mmmm C
But now my time is drawing near and I'm filled with dark regret
D G
My spirit longs to journey as the sun begins to set
G C
For we raped and killed, we stole your land, we ruled with guns and knives
D G
Fed whiskey to your warriors while we stole away your wives
G C
Said Running Elk, what's done is done, you white men rule this land
D G
So lay the cards face up and play your last broken-hearted hand
(Chorus)
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
On the trail of the buffalo
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
[Solo]
G C D G G C D G
G C D G G C D G
C G D Em C G D Em D Em
[Verse 5&6]
G C
When you're dealing cards with death, the joker's wild, the ace is high
D G
Jack bid the Mississippi River, Running Elk raised him the sky
G C
Jack saw him with the sun and moon and upped him with the stars
D G
Running Elk bet the Rocky Mountains, Jupiter, and Mars
G C
The sun was sinking in the west when Jack drew the ace of spades
D G
Running Elk just rolled his eyes, he smiled and passed away
G C
Jack picked up his torquoise stones and cast them to the sky
D G
He stared into the setting sun and then made a mournful cry
(Chorus)
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
On the trail of the buffalo
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
On the trail of the buffalo
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
[Verse 1&2]
G C
A hundred miles from nowhere out on the desert sand
D G
One-eyed Jack, the trader, held some torquoise in his hand
G C
By his side sat Running Elk, his long-time Indian friend
D G
He vowed that he would stay by Jack until the bitter end
G C
Jack had gambled everything he owned to lead this wandering life
D G
He might have had a happy home and a tender loving wife
G C
But his hunger was for trading trapper's furs for torquoise stone
D G
Anything that the Indians had, Jack wanted for his own
[Chorus]
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
On the trail of the buffalo
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
[Verse 3&4]
G C
Said Jack to Running Elk, I'll gamble all my precious stones
D G
Before I leave my body here among these bleaching bones
G mmmm C
But now my time is drawing near and I'm filled with dark regret
D G
My spirit longs to journey as the sun begins to set
G C
For we raped and killed, we stole your land, we ruled with guns and knives
D G
Fed whiskey to your warriors while we stole away your wives
G C
Said Running Elk, what's done is done, you white men rule this land
D G
So lay the cards face up and play your last broken-hearted hand
(Chorus)
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
On the trail of the buffalo
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
[Solo]
G C D G G C D G
G C D G G C D G
C G D Em C G D Em D Em
[Verse 5&6]
G C
When you're dealing cards with death, the joker's wild, the ace is high
D G
Jack bid the Mississippi River, Running Elk raised him the sky
G C
Jack saw him with the sun and moon and upped him with the stars
D G
Running Elk bet the Rocky Mountains, Jupiter, and Mars
G C
The sun was sinking in the west when Jack drew the ace of spades
D G
Running Elk just rolled his eyes, he smiled and passed away
G C
Jack picked up his torquoise stones and cast them to the sky
D G
He stared into the setting sun and then made a mournful cry
(Chorus)
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
On the trail of the buffalo
C G
Oh, the wind blows cold
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
D Em
In the land of the Navajo
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