Biografia:
William Elliott Whitmore (born 1978, Iowa) is an American blues vocalist and musician from Lee County, Iowa. He has recorded a number of albums released on Southern Records. His act mostly consists of playing the banjo or guitar while singing, though on occasion he performs a cappella. While he has earned much acclaim from the folk, blues and alt-country communities he is also rooted in the hardcore punk community. He found a close friendship in the members of Ten Grand with whom he traveled and opened for on many tours.
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Outras músicas:
- Burn My Body
- Diggin My Grave
- Does Me No Good
- Dry
- Everything Gets Gone
- Field Song
- Gravel Road
- Hell Or High Water
- Im Not Feeling Ay Pain
- Johnny Law
- Lee County Flood
- Lets Do Something Impossible
- Not Feeling Any Pain
- Old Devils
- One Mans Shame
- Pine Box
- Porchlight
- Red Buds
- Sally Bangs
- Sorest Of Eyes
- Take It On The Chin
- Theres Hope For You
- When Push Comes To Love
- Youve Already Gone
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Well the song of the blackbird is mighty clear
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On a mornin’ such as this
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And all those useless pains & fears
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Those things that i won’t miss
And the Morning Glories and Queen Anne’s lace
Baptized by the wind
These inspirations are my saving grace
In these times we’re living in
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Make a hard man humble
Make a proud woman hide
Her eyes from the light of day
When all the crops have withered and died
And the soil has blown away
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The ground is so dry
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The river’s on its hands and knees
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And i hear that tune in the breeze
The crow is callin’ and i hear him well
Up in the red bud tree
Any the stories that you’ve lived to tell
Pass ‘em down to me
Whisper the truth
Into your childrens ears
Let them know
Let them understand
Let them hear
The song of the blackbird is mighty loud
Through the evening mist
The moon is up and it looks so proud
Lookin’ down on a night, on a night like this
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Well the song of the blackbird is mighty clear
F.............C..............Bb
On a mornin’ such as this
F................C..............Bb.............F
And all those useless pains & fears
F.............C................Bb
Those things that i won’t miss
And the Morning Glories and Queen Anne’s lace
Baptized by the wind
These inspirations are my saving grace
In these times we’re living in
Dm..C..F....
Dm..C..F....
Make a hard man humble
Make a proud woman hide
Her eyes from the light of day
When all the crops have withered and died
And the soil has blown away
Dm........C..........F
The ground is so dry
Dm..............C................F
The river’s on its hands and knees
Dm..............C............F..............C
And i hear that tune in the breeze
The crow is callin’ and i hear him well
Up in the red bud tree
Any the stories that you’ve lived to tell
Pass ‘em down to me
Whisper the truth
Into your childrens ears
Let them know
Let them understand
Let them hear
The song of the blackbird is mighty loud
Through the evening mist
The moon is up and it looks so proud
Lookin’ down on a night, on a night like this
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