Biografia:
Nasceu a 03.12.1925 e faleceu a 17.03.2011, aos 85 anos.
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- Christmas Dream
- Christmas Is Holy
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- Blues Aint Nothing
- Dragging The River
- Gone
- I Almost Lost My Mind
- I Lost My Love Today
- I Wish It Could Be Christmas All Year
- My Hometown
- My Reason For Living
- Slow Down Brother
- Snow White Dove
- Take A Look At This Broken Heart Of Mine
- That Big Old Moon
- The Way It Was
- Truck Drivers Blues
- Truck Driving Son Of A Gun
- Willow Tree
- Wings Of A Dove
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!
C
There's a sixty mile limit from a-coast to coast
C
And a highway cop at every cedar post
F
You better slow down brother slow down
G7
Take your foot off of the gas
C
When you hear that siren begin to moan
C
While you're goin' fifty in a thirty mile zone
F
You better slow down brother slow down
G7 C
And don't give the man any sass
F
If you race the other feller to the under pass
C
Just kiss yourself goodbye
F
Cause if the lord had really wanted you to go that fast
G7
He'd a-give you wings to fly
C
When you see a man reading a highway map
C
Making sixty-five with junior on his lap
F
Then it ain't no time to take a nap
G7 C
Brother you better slow down
C
If another car passes and he wants to race
C
And he's got his arm around his sweetie's waist
F
You better slow down brother slow down
G7
No use to lean on the horn
C
When you got 'er wide open at ninety-nine
C
On a dead-end road without a warning sign
F
You better slow down brother slow down
G7 C
Cause that's how angels are born
F
When you see a fellar comin' where the highways cross
C
Just ease up and let him by
F
Don't you dare to try to beat him just to show who's boss
G7
Cause it might end up in a tie
C
If you're hittin' on ninety and a-temptin' fate
C
You will soon be knockin' on the golden gate
F
Cause them hills and curves are graveyard bait
G7 C
Brother you better slow down
G7 C
Brother you better slow down
There's a sixty mile limit from a-coast to coast
C
And a highway cop at every cedar post
F
You better slow down brother slow down
G7
Take your foot off of the gas
C
When you hear that siren begin to moan
C
While you're goin' fifty in a thirty mile zone
F
You better slow down brother slow down
G7 C
And don't give the man any sass
F
If you race the other feller to the under pass
C
Just kiss yourself goodbye
F
Cause if the lord had really wanted you to go that fast
G7
He'd a-give you wings to fly
C
When you see a man reading a highway map
C
Making sixty-five with junior on his lap
F
Then it ain't no time to take a nap
G7 C
Brother you better slow down
C
If another car passes and he wants to race
C
And he's got his arm around his sweetie's waist
F
You better slow down brother slow down
G7
No use to lean on the horn
C
When you got 'er wide open at ninety-nine
C
On a dead-end road without a warning sign
F
You better slow down brother slow down
G7 C
Cause that's how angels are born
F
When you see a fellar comin' where the highways cross
C
Just ease up and let him by
F
Don't you dare to try to beat him just to show who's boss
G7
Cause it might end up in a tie
C
If you're hittin' on ninety and a-temptin' fate
C
You will soon be knockin' on the golden gate
F
Cause them hills and curves are graveyard bait
G7 C
Brother you better slow down
G7 C
Brother you better slow down
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