Biografía:
William Elliott Whitmore, nacido en 1978, es un cantante y músico de deep-blues nacido en Lee County, Iowa. Ha grabado varios álbumes lanzados por Southern Records. Sus presentaciones consisten mayormente en tocar el banjo o la guitarra mientras canta, aunque en ocasiones canta a capella. Su profunda, grave y áspera voz (características que posee pese a su juventud) y sus cautivantes presentaciones en vivo han hecho que se lo compare a Tom Waits o Johnny Cash.
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Otras canciones:
- Burn My Body
- Diggin My Grave
- Does Me No Good
- Dry
- Everything Gets Gone
- Field Song
- Gravel Road
- Hell Or High Water
- Im Not Feeling Ay Pain
- Johnny Law
- Lee County Flood
- Lets Do Something Impossible
- Not Feeling Any Pain
- Old Devils
- One Mans Shame
- Pine Box
- Porchlight
- Red Buds
- Sally Bangs
- Sorest Of Eyes
- Take It On The Chin
- Theres Hope For You
- When Push Comes To Love
- Youve Already Gone
¡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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Burn my body in the Northern Field
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Let the wind blow the ashes around
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And then you will know that my wounds have been healed
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Cause Lord I'll be homeward bound
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Let the flames warm your hands
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Let the glow light your way
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These gifts to you I bestow
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And noones listenin don't bother to pray
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If you do lord I'll never know
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Well up and up the smoke will roll
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Like a cloud of frightened crows
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To Carry my not so immortal soul
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Up between the rows
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Up between the rows
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Burn my body in the Northern Field
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Let the wind blow the ashes around
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And then you will know that my wounds have been healed
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Cause lord I'll be homeward bound
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Oh lord I'll be homeward bound
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Some words that are said can cut like a saw
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My ears nearly bled at the sound
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And I cant help prepare for the springtime thaw
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cause lord ill be homeward bound
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And the frost turns to flowers
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and they all start to bloom
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and theres nothin left to hoe
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well tip one back and sing me a tune
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And never let the fire grow cold
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Never let the fire grow cold
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Burn my body in the Northern Field
E A E
Let the wind blow the ashes around
E A E
And then you will know that my wounds have been healed
E A E
Cause lord I'll be homeward bound
A E A E
Oh lord I'll be homeward bound
Burn my body in the Northern Field
E A E
Let the wind blow the ashes around
E A E
And then you will know that my wounds have been healed
E A E
Cause Lord I'll be homeward bound
E
Let the flames warm your hands
A E
Let the glow light your way
A E
These gifts to you I bestow
A E
And noones listenin don't bother to pray
A E
If you do lord I'll never know
E A E
Well up and up the smoke will roll
A E
Like a cloud of frightened crows
E A E
To Carry my not so immortal soul
A E A
Up between the rows
E A E
Up between the rows
E A E
Burn my body in the Northern Field
E A E
Let the wind blow the ashes around
E A E
And then you will know that my wounds have been healed
E A E
Cause lord I'll be homeward bound
A E A E
Oh lord I'll be homeward bound
E A E
Some words that are said can cut like a saw
E A E
My ears nearly bled at the sound
A E
And I cant help prepare for the springtime thaw
A E
cause lord ill be homeward bound
E
And the frost turns to flowers
A E
and they all start to bloom
A E
and theres nothin left to hoe
A E
well tip one back and sing me a tune
A E A
And never let the fire grow cold
E A E
Never let the fire grow cold
E A E
Burn my body in the Northern Field
E A E
Let the wind blow the ashes around
E A E
And then you will know that my wounds have been healed
E A E
Cause lord I'll be homeward bound
A E A E
Oh lord I'll be homeward bound
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