Biografia:
Uncle Tupelo pode ser considerada como a banda de maior importância para o nascimento do chamado alt-country (tanto que o nome de um de seus álbuns, "No Depression", se tornou sinônimo para o gênero). Entre seus membros estavam Jeff Tweddy, futuro líder do Wilco, e Jay Farrar, que formaria o Son Volt.
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- Gun
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- I Wish My Baby Was Born
- If Thats Alright
- Indianapolis
- Life Worth Livin
- No Depression
- No Sense In Lovin
- Sauget Wind
- Screen Door
- Slate
- Steal The Crumbs
- Still Be Around
- The Long Cut
- There Was A Time
- Warfare
- Weve Been Had
- Wherever
- Whiskey Bottle
- Wipe The Clock
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