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!
1. SOME KIND OF FOOL Words & Music by IAN TYSON
[6 string – tune to pitch]
[Verse 1]
G
Worn to a frazzle way down in my bones
C
I’ve sung every song about bein’ alone
G D
Oh, honey, please be there when I get home
G
Well, the tourists have all given up for the night
C
Coyotes howlin’ to my left and my right
G D G
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
[Verse 2]
G
The wind’s growin’ colder, I’m caught by the throat
C
And my tarpaulin's flappin’ like a pensioner’s coat
G D
Oh and honey, please be there when I get home
G
All my friends are on the pogey and I’m on the pills
C
I’m hooked on a white line runnin’ up to the hills
G D G
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
A…/D…/A…/E…/A…
La la (etc.)
[6 string – tune to pitch]
[Verse 1]
G
Worn to a frazzle way down in my bones
C
I’ve sung every song about bein’ alone
G D
Oh, honey, please be there when I get home
G
Well, the tourists have all given up for the night
C
Coyotes howlin’ to my left and my right
G D G
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
[Verse 2]
G
The wind’s growin’ colder, I’m caught by the throat
C
And my tarpaulin's flappin’ like a pensioner’s coat
G D
Oh and honey, please be there when I get home
G
All my friends are on the pogey and I’m on the pills
C
I’m hooked on a white line runnin’ up to the hills
G D G
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
A…/D…/A…/E…/A…
La la (etc.)
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