Biografia:
Guy Clark es un cantautor de música country. Nació en 1941 en Monahans (Texas, Estados Unidos). Sus primeras influencias fueron la música y canciones hispanas que escuchó en su niñez en Texas. Está casado con la compositora y artista Susanna Clark. También trabaja como luthier.
Guy Clark alcanzó el éxito como compositor con las canciones "L.A. Freeway" y "Desperados Waiting For A Train" que grabó Jerry Jeff Walker. Músicos como Johnny Cash, Vince Gill, Ricky Skaggs, Steve Wariner y Rodney Crowell han grabado canciones suyas.
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Outras músicas:
- Desperados Waiting For A Train
- A Little Of Both
- A Nickel For The Fiddler
- Anyhow I Love You
- Bag Of Bones
- Baton Rouge
- Black Diamond Strings
- Black Haired Boy
- Boats To Build
- Broken Hearted People
- Cold Dog Soup
- Dancin Days
- Dublin Blues
- El Coyote
- Forever For Always For Certain
- Fort Worth Blues
- Hanging Your Life On A Wall
- Hell Bent On A Heartache
- Heros
- Home Grown Tomatoes
- Homeless
- Howd You Get This Number
- I Dont Love You Much Do I
- Immigrant Eyes
- Indian Cowboy
- Instant Coffee Blues
- La Freeway
- Like A Coat From The Cold
- Lone Star Hotel
- Magdaline
- Magnolia Wind
- Maybe I Can Paint Over That
- Me Im Feelin The Same
- Mud
- My Favorite Picture Of You
- My Marie
- Off The Map
- Old Friends
- Out In The Parkin Lot
- Picassos Mandolin
- Red River
- Rita Ballou
- Shade Of All Greens
- She Aint Goin Nowhere
- Soldiers Joy 1864
- South Coast Of Texas
- Stuff That Works
- Texas 19
- Texas 1947
- That Old Time Feeling
- The Ballad Of Laverne And Captain Flint
- The Cape
- The Carpenter
- The Dark
- The Guitar
- The Houston Kid
- The Last Gunfighter Ballad
- Tornado Time In Texas
- Watermelon Dream
- Wild Man From Borneo
- Worry Be Gone
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]
Em
The old gunfighter on the porch
D
stared into the sun
C G
and relived the days of living by the gun
Em
when deadly games of pride were played
D
and living was mistakes not made
C
and the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
Ah, the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 2]
Em
It's always keep your back to the sun
D
and he can almost feel the weight of the gun
C
it's faster than snakes or the blink of an eye
G
and it's a time for all slow men to die
Em
and his eyes get squinty and his fingers twitch
D
and he empties the gun at the son of a bitch
C
and he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 3]
Em
Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar
D
he's back in his chair in front of the bar
C
and the streets are empty and the blood's all dried
G
and the dead are dust and the whiskey's inside
Em
so buy him a drink and lend him an ear
D
he's nobody's fool and the only one here
C
who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
remember the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 4]
Em
He said I stood in that street before it was paved
D
learned shoot or be shot before I could shave
C
and I did it all for the money and fame
G
noble was nothing but feeling no shame
Em
and nothing was sacred 'sept stayin' alive
D
and all that I learned from a Colt 45
C
was to curse the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
curse the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 5]
Em
Now he's just an old man that no one believes
D
says he's a gunfighter, the last of the breed
C
and there are ghosts in the street seeking revenge
G
calling him out to the lunatic fringe
Em
now he's out in the traffic checking the sun
D
and he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun
C
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
so much for the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Em
The old gunfighter on the porch
D
stared into the sun
C G
and relived the days of living by the gun
Em
when deadly games of pride were played
D
and living was mistakes not made
C
and the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
Ah, the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 2]
Em
It's always keep your back to the sun
D
and he can almost feel the weight of the gun
C
it's faster than snakes or the blink of an eye
G
and it's a time for all slow men to die
Em
and his eyes get squinty and his fingers twitch
D
and he empties the gun at the son of a bitch
C
and he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 3]
Em
Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar
D
he's back in his chair in front of the bar
C
and the streets are empty and the blood's all dried
G
and the dead are dust and the whiskey's inside
Em
so buy him a drink and lend him an ear
D
he's nobody's fool and the only one here
C
who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
remember the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 4]
Em
He said I stood in that street before it was paved
D
learned shoot or be shot before I could shave
C
and I did it all for the money and fame
G
noble was nothing but feeling no shame
Em
and nothing was sacred 'sept stayin' alive
D
and all that I learned from a Colt 45
C
was to curse the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
curse the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
[Verse 5]
Em
Now he's just an old man that no one believes
D
says he's a gunfighter, the last of the breed
C
and there are ghosts in the street seeking revenge
G
calling him out to the lunatic fringe
Em
now he's out in the traffic checking the sun
D
and he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun
C
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C G
so much for the smell of the black powder smoke
D G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
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