Biografia:
Richard Samet "Kinky" Friedman (born November 1, 1944) is an American Texas Country singer, songwriter, novelist, humorist, politician and former columnist for Texas Monthly who styles himself in the mold of popular American satirists Will Rogers and Mark Twain. He was one of two independent candidates in the 2006 election for the office of Governor of Texas. Receiving 12.6% of the vote, Friedman placed fourth in the six-person race.
Friedman was born in Chicago to Jewish parents, Dr.
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I usually play capo II, but it works without it.
A G D
Faded, jaded, fallen cowboy star
A G D
Pawn shops itching for your old guitar
G D
Where you going? God only knows
G A
The sequins have fallen from your clothes
A G D
Once you heard the Opry crowd applaud
A G D
Now you're hanging out at Fourth and Broad
G D
On the rain whipped sidewalk, remembering the time
G A
When coffee with a friend was still a dime
D Em
And everything's been Sold American
A G D
The early times is finished and the want-ads all are read
D Em
Everyone's been Sold American
A G D
Been dreaming dreams in a roll away bed
A G D
Writing down your memoirs on a window in the frost
A G D
Roulette eyes reflecting on another morning lost
G D
Hauled in by the metro for killing time and pain
G A
With the Singing Brakeman screaming through your veins
D Em
And everything's been Sold American
A G D
The lonely night is morning, for the death it never dies
D Em
Everyone's been Sold American
A G D
Don't let me catch you laughing when the jukebox cries
A G D
You told me you were born so much lighter than life
A G D
But I've seen the faded pictures of your children and your wife
G D
Now they're fumbling through your wallet and they're trying to find your name
G A
It’s almost like they raised the price of fame
D Em
And everything's been Sold American
A G D
No place to go and brother no place to stay
D Em
Everyone's been Sold American
A G D
Just let that golden greyhound roll your soul away
A G D
Faded, jaded, fallen cowboy star
A G D
Pawn shops itching for your old guitar
G D
Where you going? God only knows
G A
The sequins have fallen from your clothes
A G D
Once you heard the Opry crowd applaud
A G D
Now you're hanging out at Fourth and Broad
G D
On the rain whipped sidewalk, remembering the time
G A
When coffee with a friend was still a dime
D Em
And everything's been Sold American
A G D
The early times is finished and the want-ads all are read
D Em
Everyone's been Sold American
A G D
Been dreaming dreams in a roll away bed
A G D
Writing down your memoirs on a window in the frost
A G D
Roulette eyes reflecting on another morning lost
G D
Hauled in by the metro for killing time and pain
G A
With the Singing Brakeman screaming through your veins
D Em
And everything's been Sold American
A G D
The lonely night is morning, for the death it never dies
D Em
Everyone's been Sold American
A G D
Don't let me catch you laughing when the jukebox cries
A G D
You told me you were born so much lighter than life
A G D
But I've seen the faded pictures of your children and your wife
G D
Now they're fumbling through your wallet and they're trying to find your name
G A
It’s almost like they raised the price of fame
D Em
And everything's been Sold American
A G D
No place to go and brother no place to stay
D Em
Everyone's been Sold American
A G D
Just let that golden greyhound roll your soul away
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