Biografia:
Jimmie Rodgers (James Charles Rodgers), conhecido como o "Pai da Música Country", nasceu no dia 8 de setembro de 1897, em Meridian, Missisippi. Por problemas de saúde, foi obrigado a abandonar o emprego na estrada de ferro e procurar outra atividade menos desgastante. Foi artista amador por muitos anos, iniciando sua carreira profissional em 1925, realizando apresentações em Johnson City, Tennessee e outras cidades.Por causa de discussões sobre arranjos e músicas
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Outras músicas:
- Are You Really Mine
- Bimbombay
- California Bluea
- California Blues
- Everybody Does It In Hawaii
- Frankie And Johnny
- Gambling Bar Room Blues
- Hobo Bills Last Ride
- Hobos Meditation
- Honey Comb
- Honeycomb
- I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day
- If I Were The Man
- Im Never Gonna Tell
- In The Jailhouse Now 2
- Its Over
- Its Raining Here
- Jimmie The Kid
- Kisses Sweeter Than Wine
- Mississippi Delta Blues
- Mississippi River Blues
- Moonlight And Skies
- My Blue Eyed Jane
- Never No Mo Blues
- Nobody Knows But Me
- Oh
- Peach Pickin Time In Georgia
- Peach Picking Time In Georgia
- Rainbow At Midnight
- Secretly
- T For Texas
- Tb Blues
- The Wonderful City
- The World I Used To Know
- Waiting For A Train
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 1]
C G C
Ho-o-bo-o Billy.
F C F C
Riding on the eastbound freight train, speeding through the night,
F C D7 G
Hobo Bill, a railroad bum, was fighting for his life.
F C F C
The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul.
F C G C
He raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the coal.
[VERSE 2]
C G C
Ho-o-bo-o Billy.
F C F C
No warm lights flickered around him, no blankets there to fold,
F C D7 G
Nothing but the howling wind and the driving rain so cold.
F C F C
When he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way,
F C G C
The hobo seemed contented, for he smiled there where he lay.
[VERSE 3]
C G C
Ho-o-bo-o Bill.
F C F C
Outside the rain was falling on that lonely boxcar door,
F C D7 G
But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor.
F C F C
While the train sped through the darkness and the raging storm outside,
F C G C
No one knew that Hobo Bill was taking his last ride.
[WHISTLE SOUNDS]
C G C
[VERSE 4]
C F C F C
It was early in the morning when they raised the hobo’s head.
F C D7 G
The smile still lingered on his face but Hobo Bill was dead.
F C F C
There was no mother’s longing to soothe his weary soul,
F C G C
For he was just a railroad bum who died out in the cold.
[WHISTLE SOUNDS]
C
C G C
Ho-o-bo-o Billy.
F C F C
Riding on the eastbound freight train, speeding through the night,
F C D7 G
Hobo Bill, a railroad bum, was fighting for his life.
F C F C
The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul.
F C G C
He raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the coal.
[VERSE 2]
C G C
Ho-o-bo-o Billy.
F C F C
No warm lights flickered around him, no blankets there to fold,
F C D7 G
Nothing but the howling wind and the driving rain so cold.
F C F C
When he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way,
F C G C
The hobo seemed contented, for he smiled there where he lay.
[VERSE 3]
C G C
Ho-o-bo-o Bill.
F C F C
Outside the rain was falling on that lonely boxcar door,
F C D7 G
But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor.
F C F C
While the train sped through the darkness and the raging storm outside,
F C G C
No one knew that Hobo Bill was taking his last ride.
[WHISTLE SOUNDS]
C G C
[VERSE 4]
C F C F C
It was early in the morning when they raised the hobo’s head.
F C D7 G
The smile still lingered on his face but Hobo Bill was dead.
F C F C
There was no mother’s longing to soothe his weary soul,
F C G C
For he was just a railroad bum who died out in the cold.
[WHISTLE SOUNDS]
C
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Jimmy C Newman