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The Dying Truck Driver de Ry Cooder esta classificada no CifraNET como Musica religiosa, com foco em letra, acordes e pratica musical.

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The Dying Truck Driver

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Ry Cooder

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Dificuldade: medio | Estilo: americana/folk | Sentimento: melancolica, narrativa | Ocasião: café, bar, show intimista | Tags: americana, folk, blues, violao, medio, ry cooder

"The Dying Truck Driver", com credito para Ry Cooder. Essa gravacao aparece relacionada ao lancamento "My Name Is Buddy" (ano 2007, pais DE,

status Official). Entre as tags publicas associadas a essa gravacao estao americana, blues, blues rock, country, country blues, folk. Os generos publicos relacionados a esse registro incluem americana, blues, blues rock, country, country blues, folk. Ryland Peter Cooder, conhecido como Ry Cooder, é um guitarrista, compositor musical, compositor de trilhas sonoras e produtor musical estadunidense. Ele é um multi-instrumentista, mas é mais conhecido por seu trabalho com slide guitar.

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Afinação: E A D G B ECapotraste:
5th traste
[Intro]
C    F    C

[Verse 1]
C                                  F                 C
Well, we made our way up 99 in the springtime of the year
                                      D              G
The San Joaquin was all in bloom, and songbirds everywhere
   C                          F            C
We chanced upon a workingman, lying by the road
                                G                 C
I judged him for a truck driver by the clothes he wore

[Verse 2]
C                          F                      C
We drew some nearer to him then, inquirin' of his name
                                      D                    G
Well, here's three little angels come down for to carry me home
      C                           F              C
Then, bear me up to Jesus now, my Savior I shall see
                                   G                     C
You ain't no regular angels, boys, but that's alright by me

[Verse 3]
C                             F                   C
Then Lefty, stepping forward, addressed the dyin' man
                                  D                   G
Saying, We're no angels, brother, but we'll do all we can
C                               F                   C
What cowards set upon you, sir, and dealt the fatal blow?
                                G            C
We'll pull out every workingman from here to Ohio

[Break]
C  F  C
   D  G
C  F  C
   D  G

[Verse 4]
C                         F                         C
It was no vigilante gang, nor ranch-boss thugs this time
                                  D              G
But the meatloaf special dinner I had on Highway 99
C                                  F                          C
A comely waitress served me there, and she cooled me with her fan
                                        G                 C
But fatal meatloaf has struck down this old truck drivin' man

[Verse 5]
C                                   F                        C
Then Lefty reached down in his bag, saying, You ain't dyin', friend
                                  D                   G
Just take a drink of whiskey now, you'll feel alright again
C                                           F                  C
All through the night we lingered there and passed that bottle round
                             G                  C
We hauled aboard at sunrise, lit out for Frisco town

[Verse 6]
C                                        F                  C
Now, the workingman must be we'll warned whenever headlines scream
                                                D              G
"Your rights must yield, the bombs must fall to save democracy"
C                                     F                   C
The flag they fly, their stew of lies served up at votin' time
                               G        C
Like poison under the gravy on Highway 99

Afinação: E A D G B ECapotraste:
5th traste
[Intro]
C    F    C

[Break]
C  F  C
   D  G
C  F  C
   D  G

Afinação: E A D G B ECapotraste: 5th traste [Intro] C F C [Verse 1] C F C Well, we made our way up 99 in the springtime of the year D G The San Joaquin was all in bloom, and songbirds everywhere C F C We chanced upon a workingman, lying by the road G C I judged him for a truck driver by the clothes he wore [Verse 2] C F C We drew some nearer to him then, inquirin' of his name D G Well, here's three little angels come down for to carry me home C F C Then, bear me up to Jesus now, my Savior I shall see G C You ain't no regular angels, boys, but that's alright by me [Verse 3] C F C Then Lefty, stepping forward, addressed the dyin' man D G Saying, We're no angels, brother, but we'll do all we can C F C What cowards set upon you, sir, and dealt the fatal blow? G C We'll pull out every workingman from here to Ohio [Break] C F C D G C F C D G [Verse 4] C F C It was no vigilante gang, nor ranch-boss thugs this time D G But the meatloaf special dinner I had on Highway 99 C F C A comely waitress served me there, and she cooled me with her fan G C But fatal meatloaf has struck down this old truck drivin' man [Verse 5] C F C Then Lefty reached down in his bag, saying, You ain't dyin', friend D G Just take a drink of whiskey now, you'll feel alright again C F C All through the night we lingered there and passed that bottle round G C We hauled aboard at sunrise, lit out for Frisco town [Verse 6] C F C Now, the workingman must be we'll warned whenever headlines scream D G "Your rights must yield, the bombs must fall to save democracy" C F C The flag they fly, their stew of lies served up at votin' time G C Like poison under the gravy on Highway 99

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