Biografia:
Lucy Kaplansky (1960) es una cantante de folk estadounidense establecida en Nueva York. Kaplansky también tiene un doctorado en psicología clínica por la Universidad de Yeshiva.
Kaplansky es originaria de Chicago. A los 18 años, decidió no ir a la universidad y se mudó a Nueva York. se implicó en el ambiente de la música folk de la ciudad, particularmente en Greenwich Village, donde tocó con, entre otros, Suzanne Vega, Shawn Colvin y Richard Shindell.
http://www.lucykaplansky.com
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Outras músicas:
- A Childs Hands
- Beauty Way
- Break A Train
- Broken Things
- Cowboy Singer
- Delivery Truck
- Dont Mind Me
- Dont Renege On Our Love
- Edges
- End Of The Day
- Every Single Day
- Five In The Morning
- Goodnight
- Guilty As Sin
- Guinevere
- I Had Something
- If You Could See
- Ill See You Again
- Land Of The Living
- Life Is Beautiful
- Line In The Sand
- Love Is The Ride
- Mary And The Soldier
- More Than This
- My Name Joe
- No More Excuses
- Nowhere
- Off And Running
- One Good Reason
- Over The Hills
- Promise Me
- Return Of The Grievous Angel
- Reunion
- Ring Of Fire
- Scavenger
- Scorpion
- Secret Journey
- Somebodys Home
- Someday Soon
- Somewhere Out There
- Song For Molly
- Still Life
- Swimming Song
- Ten Year Night
- Texas Blues
- The Angels Rejoiced Last Night
- The Gift
- The Heart
- The Red Thread
- The Thief
- This Is Home
- This Is Mine
- Tide
- Todays The Day
- Turn The Lights Back On
- Whats So Funny Bout Peace Love And Understanding
- When I Get To The Border
- Written On The Back Of His Hand
- You Just Need A Home
- Youre Still Standing There
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Lucy Kaplansky - Cowboy Singer
CAPO: 3rd Fret
INTRO: C G C
F C
Seventeen years she's been in this world
G
Wide-eyed and wistful, pretty little Mormon girl
C F C
She don't know I'm wicked, and she don't know I'm old
G C
Sweet Jesus forgive me, but she gets in my soul
F G C
She believes in the future and the family tree
F C D G
And she thinks there's a little spark of good left in me
C F C
And she comes to my door, 'cause she thinks I can bring her
G C
The glamorous life of a cowboy singer
F C
I rise from my bed to her hand at the bell
G
I look like the devil and I'm feeling like hell
C F C
But she don't seem to notice, she just steps right inside
G C
For to sing me the song, she made up last night
F G C
And her voice is shining with the moon and the stars
F C D G
And she plays so unspoiled on that two-bit guitar
C F C
Singing, "Love" and "Tomorrow" and "Thank The Redeemer"
G C G C
And I doom and anoint her a 'Cowboy Singer'
F C
Alone in my room when she leaves me again
G
I stare at the wall and feel death closing in
C F C
But I like to imagine, I will meet her one day
G7 C
In a land at the end of this lonesome highway
F G C
In a fine high country, where the best songs are sung
F C D G
And the labels don't care if you're old or you're young
C F C
And the Martins are cheaper, and the pastures are greener
G C
And all of the angels are cowboy singers
G C
Oh, and all of the angels are cowboy singers
CAPO: 3rd Fret
INTRO: C G C
F C
Seventeen years she's been in this world
G
Wide-eyed and wistful, pretty little Mormon girl
C F C
She don't know I'm wicked, and she don't know I'm old
G C
Sweet Jesus forgive me, but she gets in my soul
F G C
She believes in the future and the family tree
F C D G
And she thinks there's a little spark of good left in me
C F C
And she comes to my door, 'cause she thinks I can bring her
G C
The glamorous life of a cowboy singer
F C
I rise from my bed to her hand at the bell
G
I look like the devil and I'm feeling like hell
C F C
But she don't seem to notice, she just steps right inside
G C
For to sing me the song, she made up last night
F G C
And her voice is shining with the moon and the stars
F C D G
And she plays so unspoiled on that two-bit guitar
C F C
Singing, "Love" and "Tomorrow" and "Thank The Redeemer"
G C G C
And I doom and anoint her a 'Cowboy Singer'
F C
Alone in my room when she leaves me again
G
I stare at the wall and feel death closing in
C F C
But I like to imagine, I will meet her one day
G7 C
In a land at the end of this lonesome highway
F G C
In a fine high country, where the best songs are sung
F C D G
And the labels don't care if you're old or you're young
C F C
And the Martins are cheaper, and the pastures are greener
G C
And all of the angels are cowboy singers
G C
Oh, and all of the angels are cowboy singers
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