Biografia:
Tom Russell was born in Los Angeles in 1950 and now makes his home, on the border in El Paso, Texas. He has recorded seventeen albums of original material and has written such classics as "Navajo Rug," "Gallo del Cielo," "Blue Wing," "Walking on the Moon," "St. Olav's Gate," and "Outbound Plane." Russell's songs have been recorded by Johnny Cash, Nanci Griffith, Guy Clark, Doug Sahm, Dave Alvin, Joe Ely, Ian Tyson, Suzy Bogguss, Iris DeMent, Peter Case, k.d. lang, Bob Neuwirth, Sylvia Tyson, Katy Moffatt . . . and many others.
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Outras músicas:
- A Bowl Of Red
- A Hard Rains A
- A Land Called Way Out There
- Acres Of Corn
- Aint No More Cane On The Brazos
- Alkali
- All This Way For The Short Ride
- Amelias Railroad Flat
- America The Beautiful
- American Rivers
- Angel Of Lyon
- Beyond The Blues
- Box Of Visions
- Bucking Horse Moon
- Bus Station
- Canadian Whisky
- Carrickfergus
- Claude Dallas
- Criminology
- Cropduster
- Dance Hall Girls
- Down The Rio Grande
- East Of Woodstock West Of Viet Nam
- El Llano Estacado
- En Canadien Errant
- Evangeline Hotel
- Finding You
- Furious Love For Liz
- Gallo Del Cielo
- Guadalupe
- Gulf Coast Highway
- Hallie Lonnigan
- Hills Of Old Juarez
- If I Had A Gun
- Isaac Lewis
- Little Blue Horse
- Love Abides
- Love Makes A Fool Out Of The Wise
- Mandarin Oranges
- Manzanar
- Mineral Wells
- Navajo Rug
- Oil Field Girls
- Old Blue
- Pilgrim Land
- Racehorse Haynes
- Rambler Gambler
- Rider On An Orphan Train
- Rose Of San Joaquin
- Santa Fe At Midnight
- Sitting Bull In Venice
- Somebodys Husband Somebodys Son
- Sonoras Death Row
- Spanish Burgundy
- Stealing Electricity
- The Ballad Of Edward Abbey
- The Dutchman
- The Eyes Of Robert Duran
- The Eyes Of Roberto Duran
- The Greatest Show On Earth
- The John Bull Tin
- The Kid From Spavinaw
- The Man From God Knows Where
- The Next Thing Smokin
- The Old Rugged Cross
- The Railroad Boy
- The Rose Of Roscrae
- The Rose Of The San Joaquin
- The Santa Fe At Midnight
- The Sky Above The Mud Below
- The Water Is Wide
- Throwin Horseshoes At The Moon
- Throwing Horseshoes At The Moon
- Tonight We Ride
- Touch Of Evil
- Veterans Day
- Walkin On The Moon
- Walking On The Moon
- Wayfarin Stranger
- What Work Is
- When Sinatra Played Juarez
- When The Wolves No Longer Sing
- Where The Dream Begins
- Whos Gonna Build Your Wall
- Winnipeg
- Woodrow
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"The Man From God Knows Where"
By: Tom Russell
Capo 3rd fret.
Intro: (Am) - (G) - (Am) x 2
(Am)Come gather round me children, a (G) story I will (Am) tell
(Am)I've been around since Jesus met the (G) woman at the (Am) well
(C)I've walked these roads ten (Am) thousand years,(C) I'm a ragtime (Am) millionaire
(Am)I'm the rake and the ramblin saint. I am(G) the man from God knows (Am) where
(Am)Oh, they hung me in Downpatrick, up (G) near St.Patrick's (Am) tomb
(Am)But my ghost rose up in the peat fire smoke (G) toward the rising of the (Am) moon
(C)Now as I drift through your (Am) villages, all the (C) maidens stop and (Am) stare
(Am)"There goes old Tom, the vagabond, he's the (G) man from God knows (Am) where"
(C)So it's rise up all you (Am) ancestors, (C) and dance upon your (G) graves
(C)I've come to hear your (Am) voices, now, (C) so maybe I'll be (Am) saved
(Am)Cursed are we who forget the past, but (G) pray and don't (Am) despair
(Am)My song might haunt your dreams tonight, I'm the (G) man from God knows (Am) where
(Am)I've slept beneath your bridges, near your (G) oil (Am) refineries
(Am)I've gambled on your river boats,(G) Shenandoah; (Am) Kanakee
(C)I'm the homeless lad, I'm an (Am) orphan child, (C) leaves of grass sewn through my (Am) hair
(Am)Yeah, me and old Walt Whitman, we're the (G) men from God knows (Am) where
(Am)I've rode the rods on steam trains with a (G) banjo on my (Am) knee
(Am)While the voice of Stephen Foster, (G) whisperd songs to (Am) me
(C)Of the storefront church and the (Am) chain gang choir; (C) Black sorrow filled the (Am) air
(Am)Then Stephen died on a doss house floor, like a (G) man from God knows (Am) where
(Am)I've heard the sound of Indian drums I've (G) heard the bugles (Am) blow
(Am)Before they re'wrote history, (G) into a Wild West (Am) Show
(C)My kin sailed toward (Am) America, (C) to steal their Indian (Am) ground
(Am)They passed Bill Cody's (G) circus ships, European (Am) bound
(Am)So lock up all your daughters, your (G) whiskey and your (Am) gold
(Am)I have come to claim my bounty, for (G) the lies that I've been (Am) told
And (C) as I look out on this (Am) crowd tonight, I (C) see most of you don't (Am) care
(Am)Come lift your glass, reveal your past, to the (G) man from God knows(Am) where
.
By: Tom Russell
Capo 3rd fret.
Intro: (Am) - (G) - (Am) x 2
(Am)Come gather round me children, a (G) story I will (Am) tell
(Am)I've been around since Jesus met the (G) woman at the (Am) well
(C)I've walked these roads ten (Am) thousand years,(C) I'm a ragtime (Am) millionaire
(Am)I'm the rake and the ramblin saint. I am(G) the man from God knows (Am) where
(Am)Oh, they hung me in Downpatrick, up (G) near St.Patrick's (Am) tomb
(Am)But my ghost rose up in the peat fire smoke (G) toward the rising of the (Am) moon
(C)Now as I drift through your (Am) villages, all the (C) maidens stop and (Am) stare
(Am)"There goes old Tom, the vagabond, he's the (G) man from God knows (Am) where"
(C)So it's rise up all you (Am) ancestors, (C) and dance upon your (G) graves
(C)I've come to hear your (Am) voices, now, (C) so maybe I'll be (Am) saved
(Am)Cursed are we who forget the past, but (G) pray and don't (Am) despair
(Am)My song might haunt your dreams tonight, I'm the (G) man from God knows (Am) where
(Am)I've slept beneath your bridges, near your (G) oil (Am) refineries
(Am)I've gambled on your river boats,(G) Shenandoah; (Am) Kanakee
(C)I'm the homeless lad, I'm an (Am) orphan child, (C) leaves of grass sewn through my (Am) hair
(Am)Yeah, me and old Walt Whitman, we're the (G) men from God knows (Am) where
(Am)I've rode the rods on steam trains with a (G) banjo on my (Am) knee
(Am)While the voice of Stephen Foster, (G) whisperd songs to (Am) me
(C)Of the storefront church and the (Am) chain gang choir; (C) Black sorrow filled the (Am) air
(Am)Then Stephen died on a doss house floor, like a (G) man from God knows (Am) where
(Am)I've heard the sound of Indian drums I've (G) heard the bugles (Am) blow
(Am)Before they re'wrote history, (G) into a Wild West (Am) Show
(C)My kin sailed toward (Am) America, (C) to steal their Indian (Am) ground
(Am)They passed Bill Cody's (G) circus ships, European (Am) bound
(Am)So lock up all your daughters, your (G) whiskey and your (Am) gold
(Am)I have come to claim my bounty, for (G) the lies that I've been (Am) told
And (C) as I look out on this (Am) crowd tonight, I (C) see most of you don't (Am) care
(Am)Come lift your glass, reveal your past, to the (G) man from God knows(Am) where
.
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