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Re: MUSICA COUNTRY

Notapor rockerodepalma » Mié 06 Jul, 2011 6:39 am

Garth Brooks - If tomorrow never comes

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Notapor rockerodepalma » Mié 06 Jul, 2011 6:43 am

George Jones - Worried man Blues

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Notapor rockerodepalma » Mié 06 Jul, 2011 6:48 am

Glen Campbell - Rhinestone cowboy

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Notapor rockerodepalma » Mié 06 Jul, 2011 6:55 am

Highway 101 - Somewhere tonight

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Notapor rockerodepalma » Mié 06 Jul, 2011 7:03 am

Jim Reeves- Jimbo Jenkins

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Notapor rockerodepalma » Mié 06 Jul, 2011 7:06 am

Jim Reeves - The blizzard

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Notapor Lulú ❤♫❤ » Mié 06 Jul, 2011 7:07 am

rockerodepalma escribió:Mississippi - Barbara Fairchild
http://www.goear.com/listen/fc893ba/

Gracias querido Rockerito!!!Imagen esta canción es hermosa y muy especial para miImagen
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Amo la música por su cordura, por su historia y su locura.
La amo por su poesía, su rudeza, su fantasía...Imagen
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Notapor rockerodepalma » Mié 06 Jul, 2011 7:09 am

Marty Robbins - Devil woman

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Notapor rockerodepalma » Mié 06 Jul, 2011 7:13 am

Marty Robbins - Ghost riders in the sky



Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o
Ghost riders in the sky

An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
Plowin' through the ragged sky, and up a cloudy draw

Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o
Ghost riders in the sky

Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
for He saw the riders commin' hard, and he heard their mournful cry

Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o
Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred,
Their shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd, but they aint caught 'em yet'
'Cause they must ride forever on that range up in the sky,
On horses snorting fire, as they ride on, hear their cry

Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o
Ghost riders in the sky

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
If you wanta to save your soul from hell aridin' on our range,
Then cowboy change your ways today, or with us you will ride,
Tryin' to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies

Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
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Notapor rockerodepalma » Mié 06 Jul, 2011 7:16 am

Marty Robbins - Balada del Alamo



In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Antone,
There's a fortress all in ruin that the weeds have overgrown.
You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a one,
But sometime between the setting and the rising of the sun,
You can hear a ghostly bugle as the men go marching by;
You can hear them as they answer to that roll call in the sky:
Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett and a hundred eighty more;
Captain Dickenson, Jim Bowie, present and accounted for.

Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis:
"Get some volunteers and go fortify the Alamo."
Well, the men came from Texas and from old Tennessee,
And they joined up with Travis just to fight for the right to be free.

Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders,
Stood together heel and toe to defend the Alamo.
"You may never see your loved ones," Travis told them that day.
"Those that want to can leave now, those who'll fight to the death, let 'em stay."

In the sand he drew a line with his army sabre,
Out of a hundred eighty five, not a soldier crossed the line.
With his banners a-dancin' in the dawn's golden light,
Santa Anna came prancin' on a horse that was black as the night.

He sent an officer to tell Travis to surrender.
Travis answered with a shell and a rousin' rebel yell.
Santa Anna turned scarlet: "Play Degüello," he roared.
"I will show them no quarter, everyone will be put to the sword."

One hundred and eighty five holdin' back five thousand.
Five days, six days, eight days, ten; Travis held and held again.
Then he sent for replacements for his wounded and lame,
But the troops that were comin' never came, never came, never came.

Twice he charged, then blew recall. On the fatal third time,
Santa Anna breached the wall and he killed them one and all.
Now the bugles are silent and there's rust on each sword,
And the small band of soldiers lie asleep in the arms of The Lord.

In the southern part of Texas, near the town of San Antone,
Like a statue on his Pinto rides a cowboy all alone.
And he sees the cattle grazin' where a century before,
Santa Anna's guns were blazin' and the cannons used to roar.
And his eyes turn sort of misty, and his heart begins to glow,
And he takes his hat off slowly to the men of Alamo.
To the thirteen days of glory at the seige of Alamo.
Las buenas fuentes se conocen en las grandes sequías; los buenos amigos, en las épocas desgraciadas.
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Notapor rockerodepalma » Mié 06 Jul, 2011 7:21 am

Marty Robbins - The Hanging Tree (El árbol del ahorcado)



I came to town to search for gold
And I brought with me a memory
And I seem to hear the night wind cry,
"Go hang your dreams on the hangin' tree
Your dreams of love that could never be
Hang your faded dreams on the hangin' tree!"

I searched tor gold and I found my gold
And I found a girl who loved just me
And I wished that I could love her too
But I'd left my heart on the hangin' tree
I'd left my heart with a memory
And a faded dream on the hangin' tree.

Now there were men who craved my gold
And meant to take my gold from me
When a man is gone he needs no gold
So they carried me to the hangin' tree
To join my dreams and a memory
Yes they carried me to the hangin' tree.

To really live you must almost die
And it happened just that way with me
They took the gold and set me free
And I walked away from the hangin' tree
I walked away from the hangin' tree
And my own true love, she walked with me!

That's when I knew that the hangin' tree
Was a tree of life, new life for me
A tree of hope, new hope for me
A tree of love, new love tor me
The hangin' tree, the hangin' tree, the hangin' tree!
Las buenas fuentes se conocen en las grandes sequías; los buenos amigos, en las épocas desgraciadas.
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Notapor rockerodepalma » Mié 06 Jul, 2011 7:24 am

Marty Robbins - El Paso



Out in the west Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Night time would find me in Rosa's Cantina
Music would play and Feleena would whirl
Blacker than night were the eyes of Feleena
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden
I was in love but in vain I could tell
One night a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the west Texas wind
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With wicked Feleena the girl that I loved
So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
Just for a moment I stood there in silence
Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there
I had but one chance and that was to run
Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran
Out where the horses were tied
I caught a good one, it looked like it could run
Up on its back and away I did ride
Just as fast as I could from the west Texas town of El Paso
Out to the badlands of New Mexico
Back in El Paso my life would be worthless
Everything's gone in life, nothing is left
It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death
I saddled up and away I did go
Riding alone in the dark
Maybe tomorrow a bullet may find me
Tonight nothin's worse than this pain in my heart
And at last here I am on the hill overlooking El Paso
I can see Rosa's Cantina below
My love is strong and it pushes me onward
Down off the hill to Feleena I go
Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys
Off to my left ride a dozen or more
Shouting and shooting, I can't let them catch me
I have to make it to Rosa's back door
Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side
Though I am trying to stay in the saddle
I'm getting weary, unable to ride
But my love for Feleena is strong
And I rise where I,ve fallen
Though I am weary I can't stop to rest
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest
From out of nowhere Feleena has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that Iґll die for
One little kiss, then Feleena, goodbye!
Las buenas fuentes se conocen en las grandes sequías; los buenos amigos, en las épocas desgraciadas.
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Notapor music70 » Lun 12 Ago, 2013 5:07 am

Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Honky tonk blues



Well I left my home down on the rural route
I told my paw I'm going steppin out and get the
Honky tonk blues,
Yeah the honky tonkblues
Well lord I got 'em,
I got the ho-on-ky tonk blues.

Well I went to a dance and I wore out my shoes
woke up this mornin wishin I could lose
them jumpinhonky tonk blues,
Yeah the honky tonk blues
Well lord I got 'em,
I got the ho-on-ky tonkblues.

Well I stopped into every place in town
this city life has really got me down
I gotthe honky tonk blues,
Yeah the honky tonk blues
Welllord I got em,
got the ho-on-ky tonkblues.

I'm gonna tuck my worries underneath my arm
And scat right back to my pappy's farm
And leave thesehonky tonk blues,
Yeah the honky tonkblues
Well lord I got 'em,
I got the ho-on-ky tonk blues.

When I get home to my Ma and Pa,
I know they're gonna lay down the law.
About the honky tonk blues,
Them jumpin' honkty tonk blues.
Lord I'm suffrin' with the honky tonk blues.
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