Biografia:
Woody Guthrie (Okemah, 5 de agosto de 1912 — Queens, 3 de outubro de1967) é considerado um dos nomes mais importantes em toda a história da cultura popular norte-americana.
Ele foi, praticamente, o criador da música country moderna, que ajudou a promover através de uma vida de andarilho, onde as recompensas financeiras eram quase sempre nulas.
Suas letras falavam por aqueles que não tinham voz na sociedade americana da época, como os negros, os caipiras, os operários e os bandidos.
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Outras músicas:
- 1913 Massacre
- All You Fascists
- Bad Lee Brown Cocaine Blues
- Goin' Down The Road Feelin' Bad
- Hobo's Lullaby
- Hobos Lullaby
- Jesus Christ
- This Land Is Your Land
- Tom Joad
- A Picture From Lifes Other Side
- Baltimore To Washington
- Biggest Thing Man Has Ever Done
- Blowin Down That Old Dusty Road
- Blowin Down This Old Dusty Road
- Brown Eyes
- Danville Girl
- Deportee
- Do Re Mi
- Dust Bowl Refugee
- Dust Cant Kill Me
- God Blessed America For Me
- Grand Coulee Dam
- Greenback Dollar
- Gypsy Davy
- Hard Aint It Hard
- Hard Times
- Hard Travelin
- Hard Travellin
- I Aint Got No Home
- Ive Got To Know
- Jarama Valley
- Jessie James
- Jolly Banker
- Little Black Train
- Lonesome Day
- Ludlow Massacre
- Mail Myself To You
- Miss Pavlichenko
- My Revolutionary Mind
- Oregon Trail
- Pastures Of Plenty
- Philadelphia Lawyer
- Portland Town
- Pretty Boy Floyd
- Ramblin Round
- Riding In My Car
- Roll On Columbia
- Slipknot Hangknot Slipknot
- Snow Deer
- So Long Its Been Good
- So Long Its Been Good To Know You
- Stepstone
- Talking Dust Bowl Blues
- The Ballad Of John Henry
- The Rangers Command
- The Sinking Of The Reuben James
- Theres More Pretty Girls Than One
- This Train Is Bound For Glory
- Train 45
- Two Good Men
- Vigilante Man
- What Are We Waiting On
- Wreck Of The Old 97
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!
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It was late last night when the boss come home
He's askin' about his lady
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The only answer he received, "she's gone with the
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Gypsy Davy, gone with the gypsy Dave"
"go saddle for me my buckskin' horse
And a hundred dollars saddle
Point out to me their wagon tracks
And after them I'll travel, after them I'll ride"
Well, I had not rode 'til the midnight moon
When I saw the campfire gleaming
I heard the notes of the big guitar
And the voice of the gypsy singin'
That song of the gypsy Dave
There in the light of the camping fire
I saw her fair face beaming
Her heart in tune with the big guitar
And the voice of the gypsy singing
That song of the gypsy Dave
Have you forsaken your house and home
Have you forsaken your baby
Have you forsaken your husband dear
To go to the gypsy Davey
And sing with the gypsy Dave
That song of the gypsy Dave
Yes, I've forsaken my husband dear
To go with the gypsy Davy
And I've forsaken my mansion high
But not my blue-eyed baby
Not my blue-eyed babe
She smiled to leave her husband dear
And go with the Gypsy Davy
But the tears come a-tricklin' down her cheeks
To think of the blue-eyed baby
Pretty little blue-eyed babe
Take off take off your buskin'gloves
Made of spanish leather
Give to me your lily-white hand
We'll ride back home together
And we'll ride home again
No, I won't take off my buskin' gloves
They're made of Spanish leather
I'll go my way from day to day
And sing with the gypsy Davy
That song of the gypsy Dave
That song of the gypsy Davey
That song of the gypsy Dave
It was late last night when the boss come home
He's askin' about his lady
G7
The only answer he received, "she's gone with the
C G7 C
Gypsy Davy, gone with the gypsy Dave"
"go saddle for me my buckskin' horse
And a hundred dollars saddle
Point out to me their wagon tracks
And after them I'll travel, after them I'll ride"
Well, I had not rode 'til the midnight moon
When I saw the campfire gleaming
I heard the notes of the big guitar
And the voice of the gypsy singin'
That song of the gypsy Dave
There in the light of the camping fire
I saw her fair face beaming
Her heart in tune with the big guitar
And the voice of the gypsy singing
That song of the gypsy Dave
Have you forsaken your house and home
Have you forsaken your baby
Have you forsaken your husband dear
To go to the gypsy Davey
And sing with the gypsy Dave
That song of the gypsy Dave
Yes, I've forsaken my husband dear
To go with the gypsy Davy
And I've forsaken my mansion high
But not my blue-eyed baby
Not my blue-eyed babe
She smiled to leave her husband dear
And go with the Gypsy Davy
But the tears come a-tricklin' down her cheeks
To think of the blue-eyed baby
Pretty little blue-eyed babe
Take off take off your buskin'gloves
Made of spanish leather
Give to me your lily-white hand
We'll ride back home together
And we'll ride home again
No, I won't take off my buskin' gloves
They're made of Spanish leather
I'll go my way from day to day
And sing with the gypsy Davy
That song of the gypsy Dave
That song of the gypsy Davey
That song of the gypsy Dave
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