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!
[Verse 1]
D
The summer wind is blowing westward
A
over the field of fresh mowed hay
Let's go up to the barn loft
D
lay back and watch the sparrows play
I can see the evening sky
A
from the holes rusted in the tin
Let's close our eyes and fall asleep
D
and listen to the storm roll in
[Chorus]
G D
It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
A
The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
G
The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack
D
of an old coal-burning train
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
[Verse 2]
D
It ain't rained in weeks
A
and now it just won't stop
All the rivers and the creeks
D
are getting fuller with every drop
If the levee holds it's ground
A
and keeps that water back
the Mississippi won't reach my
D
little tar-paper shack
[Chorus]
G D
It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
A
The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
G
The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack
D
of an old coal-burning train
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
[Verse 3]
D
Well now the sun shines on the roof
and the moonshine is in the cellar
A
and what a happy fella I am
to finally see the sun now that the rain is done
D
'cause I've had about all I can stand
I can't tell where my pond begins
A
an where my cornfield ends
The cattle done floated away
D
'cause the water's up over the fence
[Chorus]
G D
It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
A
The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
G
The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack
D
of an old coal-burning train
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
D
The summer wind is blowing westward
A
over the field of fresh mowed hay
Let's go up to the barn loft
D
lay back and watch the sparrows play
I can see the evening sky
A
from the holes rusted in the tin
Let's close our eyes and fall asleep
D
and listen to the storm roll in
[Chorus]
G D
It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
A
The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
G
The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack
D
of an old coal-burning train
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
[Verse 2]
D
It ain't rained in weeks
A
and now it just won't stop
All the rivers and the creeks
D
are getting fuller with every drop
If the levee holds it's ground
A
and keeps that water back
the Mississippi won't reach my
D
little tar-paper shack
[Chorus]
G D
It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
A
The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
G
The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack
D
of an old coal-burning train
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
[Verse 3]
D
Well now the sun shines on the roof
and the moonshine is in the cellar
A
and what a happy fella I am
to finally see the sun now that the rain is done
D
'cause I've had about all I can stand
I can't tell where my pond begins
A
an where my cornfield ends
The cattle done floated away
D
'cause the water's up over the fence
[Chorus]
G D
It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
A
The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
G
The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack
D
of an old coal-burning train
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
D A D A D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
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