Biografia:
Don McLean nasceu em 2 de outubro de 1945, em Nova York. Cantor e compositor, ficou famoso pela canção American Pie, elegia folk-pop de oito minutos e meio que atingiu o topo das paradas americanas. Iniciou sua carreira em meados dos anos 60, tocando em clubes nova-iorquinos, escolas primárias e em prol de causas ambientais.
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Outras músicas:
- American Pie
- And I Love You So
- Babylon
- Castles In The Air
- Crossroads
- Crying
- Empty Chairs
- Magdalene Lane
- Since I Don't Have You
- Vincent
- Vincent (starry Starry Night)
- Vincent (starry, Starry Night)
- Birthday Song
- Bronco Bills Lament
- Chain Lightning
- Dreidel
- Every Day
- Everybody Loves Me Baby
- Flight Of Dragons
- Going For The Gold
- Great Big Man
- Homeless Brother
- If I Only Had A Match
- Jerusalem
- La La I Love You
- Legend Of Andrew Mccrew
- Mountains O Mourne
- Oh My What A Shame
- On The Amazon
- Orphans Of Wealth
- Prime Time
- Respectable
- Since I Dont Have You
- The Grave
- The More You Pay
- The Pride Parade
- Till Tomorrow
- When Love Begins
- Winter Has Me In Its Grip
- Winterwood
- Wonderful Baby
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
BRONCO BILL'S LAMENT
Words & Music by Don McLean
G Em C D G
I COULDA BEEN MOST ANYTHING I PUT MY MIND TO BE,
A C G D
BUT A COWBOY'S LIFE WAS THE ONLY LIFE FOR ME.
G Em C D G
IT'S A STRONG MAN'S OCCUPATION RIDIN' HERD AND LIVIN' FREE,
Em A
BUT STRONG MEN OFTEN FAIL
Em A
WHERE SHREWD MEN CAN PREVAIL,
D Am D
I'M AN OLD MAN NOW WITH NOTHIN' LEFT TO SAY,
C Am D G
BUT OH GOD HOW I WORKED MY YOUTH AWAY.
Em C D G
WELL YOU MAY NOT RECOGNIZE MY FACE, I USED TO BE A STAR,
A C G D
A COWBOY HERO KNOWN BOTH NEAR AND FAR.
G Em C G
I PERCHED UPON A SILVER MOUNT AND SANG WITH MY GUITAR,
Em A Em A
BUT THE STUDIO OF COURSE, OWNED MY SADDLE AND MY HORSE,
C Am D
BUT THAT SIX-GUN ON THE WALL BELONGS TO ME,
C Am D G
OH GOD I CAN'T LIVE A MEMORY.
YOU KNOW I'D LIKE TO PUT MY FINGER ON THAT TRIGGER ONCE AGAIN,
AND POINT THAT GUN AT ALL THE PRIDEFUL MEN.
ALL THE VOYEURS AND THE LAWYERS WHO CAN PULL A FOUNTAIN PEN,
AND PUT YOU WHERE THEY CHOOSE,
WITH THE LANGUAGE THAT THEY USE,
AND ENSLAVE YOU TILL YOU WORK YOUR YOUTH AWAY,
C Am C Am G
OH GOD HOW I WORKED MY YOUTH AWAY.
G Em G D
WHOOPEE TY YI OH WHOOPEE TY YI AY,
G Em A D
ONE MAN'S WORK IS ANOTHER MAN'S PLAY
C Am D Am G
OH GOD HOW I WORKED MY YOUTH AWAY.
YOU SEE I ALWAYS LIKED THE NOTION OF A COWBOY FIGHTING CRIME,
THIS PHOTOGRAPH WAS TAKEN IN MY PRIME,
I COULD BEAT THOSE DESPERADOS BUT THERE'S NO SENSE FIGHTIN' TIME,
BUT THE SINGIN' WAS A BALL
CAUSE I'M NOT MUSICAL AT ALL,
I MOVED MY LIPS TO SOMEONE ELSE'S VOICE.
Repeat verse 1
Words & Music by Don McLean
G Em C D G
I COULDA BEEN MOST ANYTHING I PUT MY MIND TO BE,
A C G D
BUT A COWBOY'S LIFE WAS THE ONLY LIFE FOR ME.
G Em C D G
IT'S A STRONG MAN'S OCCUPATION RIDIN' HERD AND LIVIN' FREE,
Em A
BUT STRONG MEN OFTEN FAIL
Em A
WHERE SHREWD MEN CAN PREVAIL,
D Am D
I'M AN OLD MAN NOW WITH NOTHIN' LEFT TO SAY,
C Am D G
BUT OH GOD HOW I WORKED MY YOUTH AWAY.
Em C D G
WELL YOU MAY NOT RECOGNIZE MY FACE, I USED TO BE A STAR,
A C G D
A COWBOY HERO KNOWN BOTH NEAR AND FAR.
G Em C G
I PERCHED UPON A SILVER MOUNT AND SANG WITH MY GUITAR,
Em A Em A
BUT THE STUDIO OF COURSE, OWNED MY SADDLE AND MY HORSE,
C Am D
BUT THAT SIX-GUN ON THE WALL BELONGS TO ME,
C Am D G
OH GOD I CAN'T LIVE A MEMORY.
YOU KNOW I'D LIKE TO PUT MY FINGER ON THAT TRIGGER ONCE AGAIN,
AND POINT THAT GUN AT ALL THE PRIDEFUL MEN.
ALL THE VOYEURS AND THE LAWYERS WHO CAN PULL A FOUNTAIN PEN,
AND PUT YOU WHERE THEY CHOOSE,
WITH THE LANGUAGE THAT THEY USE,
AND ENSLAVE YOU TILL YOU WORK YOUR YOUTH AWAY,
C Am C Am G
OH GOD HOW I WORKED MY YOUTH AWAY.
G Em G D
WHOOPEE TY YI OH WHOOPEE TY YI AY,
G Em A D
ONE MAN'S WORK IS ANOTHER MAN'S PLAY
C Am D Am G
OH GOD HOW I WORKED MY YOUTH AWAY.
YOU SEE I ALWAYS LIKED THE NOTION OF A COWBOY FIGHTING CRIME,
THIS PHOTOGRAPH WAS TAKEN IN MY PRIME,
I COULD BEAT THOSE DESPERADOS BUT THERE'S NO SENSE FIGHTIN' TIME,
BUT THE SINGIN' WAS A BALL
CAUSE I'M NOT MUSICAL AT ALL,
I MOVED MY LIPS TO SOMEONE ELSE'S VOICE.
Repeat verse 1
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