Biografia:
A native of Wisner, Louisiana, CCM singer/songwriter Wayne Watson originally planned to pursue a career playing baseball, but while in college he began dabbling in music,
and after graduation regularly performed in area churches. While leading worship at a Christian youth camp, the father of one of the children videotaped Watson's performance and sent it to a Nashville industry rep; his debut LP, Workin' in the Final Hour, followed in 1980. A series of albums like 1982's New Lives for Old
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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!
Capo 2
Am Em Em7 Am Em Em7 C D G
G
Well, it was battered and scarred
D
An the auctioneer felt
C G
It was hardly worth his while
D
To waste much time on the old violin
C Am7 D
But he held it up with a smile
G
It sure ain't much
D
But it's all we got left
C Am
I guess we ought to sell it too
G D
Now who'll start the bid on this old violin
C Am7 G
Just one more and we'll be through
G
And then he cried
One, give me one dollar
Who'll make it two
Am
Only two dollars
Who'll make it three
Am7
Three dollars twice
D
Now that's a good price
C G
But who's got a bid for me
Raise up your hand
And don't wait any longer
Am Am7
The auction's about to end
D
Who's got four
Just one dollar more
C D G
To bid on this old violin
G
Well the air was hot
D
And the people stood around
C G
As the sun was setting low
D
From the back of the crowd a gray-haired man
C Am D
Came forward, picked up the bow
G D
He wiped the dust from the old violin
C Am
And tightened up the strings
G D
Then he played out a melody pure and sweet
C G
sweeter than the angels sing
D
And then the music stopped
Am C G
And the auctioneer with a voice that was quiet and low
Em C
He said What am I bid for this old violin
G D
Then he held it up with a bow
G
And then he cried out one give me one thousand,
Am
Who’ll make it two only two thousand who’ll make it three,
Am7 D
Three thousand twice you know that’s a good price,
C G
Common who’s gonna bid for me?
Am Am7
And the people cried out what made the change we don’t understand,
D
Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,
C D G
It was the touch of the Master’s hand
G
Now you know
D
Many a man with a life out of tune
C G
Is battered and scarred with sin
D
And he's auctioned cheap to a thankless world
C Am D
Much like that old violin
G D
Then the master comes and the foolish crowd
C G Am
They never understand
G
The worth of a soul
D
And the change that is wrought
C D G
Just by one touch of the Master's hand
Am Em Em7 Am Em Em7 C D G
G
Well, it was battered and scarred
D
An the auctioneer felt
C G
It was hardly worth his while
D
To waste much time on the old violin
C Am7 D
But he held it up with a smile
G
It sure ain't much
D
But it's all we got left
C Am
I guess we ought to sell it too
G D
Now who'll start the bid on this old violin
C Am7 G
Just one more and we'll be through
G
And then he cried
One, give me one dollar
Who'll make it two
Am
Only two dollars
Who'll make it three
Am7
Three dollars twice
D
Now that's a good price
C G
But who's got a bid for me
Raise up your hand
And don't wait any longer
Am Am7
The auction's about to end
D
Who's got four
Just one dollar more
C D G
To bid on this old violin
G
Well the air was hot
D
And the people stood around
C G
As the sun was setting low
D
From the back of the crowd a gray-haired man
C Am D
Came forward, picked up the bow
G D
He wiped the dust from the old violin
C Am
And tightened up the strings
G D
Then he played out a melody pure and sweet
C G
sweeter than the angels sing
D
And then the music stopped
Am C G
And the auctioneer with a voice that was quiet and low
Em C
He said What am I bid for this old violin
G D
Then he held it up with a bow
G
And then he cried out one give me one thousand,
Am
Who’ll make it two only two thousand who’ll make it three,
Am7 D
Three thousand twice you know that’s a good price,
C G
Common who’s gonna bid for me?
Am Am7
And the people cried out what made the change we don’t understand,
D
Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,
C D G
It was the touch of the Master’s hand
G
Now you know
D
Many a man with a life out of tune
C G
Is battered and scarred with sin
D
And he's auctioned cheap to a thankless world
C Am D
Much like that old violin
G D
Then the master comes and the foolish crowd
C G Am
They never understand
G
The worth of a soul
D
And the change that is wrought
C D G
Just by one touch of the Master's hand
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