Biografia:
Ian Tyson (born September 25, 1933) is a cowboy folk singer from Alberta, Canada who was born in Victoria, British Columbia.
He and his then-wife Sylvia Fricker constituted one of the most popular folk duos of the 1960s, Ian & Sylvia. Tyson gradually shifted to the cowboy way while still with Sylvia, accentuating the western life through song. Residing on a ranch in southern Alberta, Tyson tours all over the west.
In 2005, CBC Radio One listeners chose his song
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Outras músicas:
- Albertas Child
- Barrel Racin Angel
- Barrel Racing Angel
- Claude Dallas
- Cottonwood Canyon
- Eighteen Inches Of Rain
- Elko Blues
- Fifty Years Ago
- Four Strong Winds
- Goodnight Loving Trail
- Jaquima To Freno
- Murder Steer
- Navajo Rug
- Old Double Diamond
- Red Velvet
- Roll On Owyhee
- Saddle Bronc Girl
- Some Kind Of Fool
- Someday Soon
- Somewhere In The Rubies
- Spring Time In Alberta
- Springtime In Alberta
- Summer Wages
- The Coyote And The Cowboy
- The Gift
- The Lovin Sound
- The Old Double Diamond
- The Wonder Of It All
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!
[Verse]
Am Dm
Come all ye brave cow punchers, wherever you may be
Am Am
My tale is of the nineties, when the west was wild and free
G E7 Am
South Texas Brewster county, and early work was a goin' on
G E7 Am
Three thousand head of cattle, thrown together in the dawn
Am Dm
Now the biggest outfits of that time were Wentworth and Dubois
Am Dm
Their rep was a man named Gilleland sent to represent their law
G Am
A man of pride and arrogance, he's oft described that way
G E7 Am
And he set the wheels in motion for the horror of that day
Am Dm
Now on that day a yearling bull was claimed by Henry Pogh
Am Dm
And the roundup boss agreed, said with Henry he should go
G Am
Fine Gilleland loped over and cried produce the mama cow
G E7 Am
Or you'll play hell a takin her and we'll settle her here and
now
Am Dm
When Henry Pogh and Gilleland met in the center of the herd
Am Dm
Tragedy was near at hand though no one could hear their words
G Am
But when the dust had settled on that January day
G E7 Am
Henry Pogh was found gunned down; Gilleland rode hard away
Am Dm
So the boys dragged out the yearling bull, branded murder on his
hide
Am Dm
And January twenty on the maverick's other side
G Am
Then they turned him loose to wander like some phantom of the
plains
G E7 Am
In Texas on the full of the moon his legend still remains
(This last verse is slowed down)
F C
Out on the lonesome ranges, in the silent mists of dawn
F C
The ghost steer comes a glidin', then suddenly he's gone
F Am
Still searchin' for the cowboys that placed a curse upon his
hide
Dm E7 Am
Doomed to roam eternity, murder branded on his hide
Am Dm
Come all ye brave cow punchers, wherever you may be
Am Am
My tale is of the nineties, when the west was wild and free
G E7 Am
South Texas Brewster county, and early work was a goin' on
G E7 Am
Three thousand head of cattle, thrown together in the dawn
Am Dm
Now the biggest outfits of that time were Wentworth and Dubois
Am Dm
Their rep was a man named Gilleland sent to represent their law
G Am
A man of pride and arrogance, he's oft described that way
G E7 Am
And he set the wheels in motion for the horror of that day
Am Dm
Now on that day a yearling bull was claimed by Henry Pogh
Am Dm
And the roundup boss agreed, said with Henry he should go
G Am
Fine Gilleland loped over and cried produce the mama cow
G E7 Am
Or you'll play hell a takin her and we'll settle her here and
now
Am Dm
When Henry Pogh and Gilleland met in the center of the herd
Am Dm
Tragedy was near at hand though no one could hear their words
G Am
But when the dust had settled on that January day
G E7 Am
Henry Pogh was found gunned down; Gilleland rode hard away
Am Dm
So the boys dragged out the yearling bull, branded murder on his
hide
Am Dm
And January twenty on the maverick's other side
G Am
Then they turned him loose to wander like some phantom of the
plains
G E7 Am
In Texas on the full of the moon his legend still remains
(This last verse is slowed down)
F C
Out on the lonesome ranges, in the silent mists of dawn
F C
The ghost steer comes a glidin', then suddenly he's gone
F Am
Still searchin' for the cowboys that placed a curse upon his
hide
Dm E7 Am
Doomed to roam eternity, murder branded on his hide
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