Biografia:
Eilen Jewell, americana nacida en Idaho hace escasos 30 años, factura desde hace cuatro preciosos discos de desamor campestre.
Su delicadeza al cantar puede recordarnos a Peggy Lee, y el estilo country folk de sus baladas hace que sonriamos pensando en Patsy Cline. 'Boundary country', su primer disco, estaba lleno de medios tiempos tristones para escuchar a la luz de la luna en el campo. Con algún arreglo folk que recordaba al primer Dylan, las
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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!
Fans of Eilen will probably know and love this song, and I'm definitely one of them, so I took a crack at transcribing the chords. I'm a novice and new to guitar, so I apologise if they are too basic/incorrect! Hopefully someone else can expand on these. Happy playing/singing :) Elja.
G
You picked up a broken bottle
Em
In case anyone gave us any trouble
C D
And we walked all the way back to Cortez
G
You sang help me dear doctor
Em
At the top of your lungs
C D
You'd been soaking up drink like a sponge
G
Little boy down the street
Em
We all heard you mournfully
C D
Call again and again for Roberta
G Em
Rober - ta…
C D
Rober - ta…
G
The mountain towns burned red
Em
Consumed by a sunset
C D
I'd be happy disappearing under colors like that
G
And I fell in love with trains,
Em
Haunted by the old refrain
C D
You ride the Southern, I'll ride the Santa Fe
G Em
Santa Fe…
C D
Santa Fe…
G
It was wrong of me to leave
Em
'Cause I couldn't stand a perfect thing
C D
But I was too young to know any better
G
And I'd give the world if it were mine
Em
To let these memories slip my mind
C D
And wake up next to you one more time
G Em
One more…
C D
One more time…
G Em
One more …
C D
One more time…
G
You picked up a broken bottle
Em
In case anyone gave us any trouble
C D
And we walked all the way back to Cortez
G
You sang help me dear doctor
Em
At the top of your lungs
C D
You'd been soaking up drink like a sponge
G
Little boy down the street
Em
We all heard you mournfully
C D
Call again and again for Roberta
G Em
Rober - ta…
C D
Rober - ta…
G
The mountain towns burned red
Em
Consumed by a sunset
C D
I'd be happy disappearing under colors like that
G
And I fell in love with trains,
Em
Haunted by the old refrain
C D
You ride the Southern, I'll ride the Santa Fe
G Em
Santa Fe…
C D
Santa Fe…
G
It was wrong of me to leave
Em
'Cause I couldn't stand a perfect thing
C D
But I was too young to know any better
G
And I'd give the world if it were mine
Em
To let these memories slip my mind
C D
And wake up next to you one more time
G Em
One more…
C D
One more time…
G Em
One more …
C D
One more time…
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