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!
Intro: F Bb F C F
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
C F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
C F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
Vers.
It was the year of ought one and our life had begun
Bb F
no perils could make us distraught
Together we stood through bad and through good
C F
no hardships that couldn't be fought
She fell ill one dark winter's night
Bb F
and before too long she passed
It would prove to be true my whole life through
C F
that nothing good would last
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
C F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
Cm F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
Vers.
It all ended that day when I saw her ride away
Bb F
in the back of that long black hearse
I remember so well my personal hell
began on this here Earth
Bb F
I've half the heart I used to have and half the will to go on
I've got half a mind to drink myself blind
C Fm F
now that my darlin' is gone
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
C F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
Cm F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
Vers.
Now the winter's teeth are biting down
Bb F
and it chills me to the bone
To think about that cold mattress
C F
and sleeping all alone
So now I know what I must do
Bb F
the path ahead of me is clear
I must join her now wherever she's at
C F
'cause I ain't doin' no good here
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
Ab F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
C F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
C F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
C F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
Vers.
It was the year of ought one and our life had begun
Bb F
no perils could make us distraught
Together we stood through bad and through good
C F
no hardships that couldn't be fought
She fell ill one dark winter's night
Bb F
and before too long she passed
It would prove to be true my whole life through
C F
that nothing good would last
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
C F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
Cm F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
Vers.
It all ended that day when I saw her ride away
Bb F
in the back of that long black hearse
I remember so well my personal hell
began on this here Earth
Bb F
I've half the heart I used to have and half the will to go on
I've got half a mind to drink myself blind
C Fm F
now that my darlin' is gone
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
C F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
Cm F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
Vers.
Now the winter's teeth are biting down
Bb F
and it chills me to the bone
To think about that cold mattress
C F
and sleeping all alone
So now I know what I must do
Bb F
the path ahead of me is clear
I must join her now wherever she's at
C F
'cause I ain't doin' no good here
Ref.
F
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine
Ab F
she's been gone for nearly a year
The river would overflow
C F
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
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