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Tom Russell

The Man From God Knows Where

Tom Russell

Sobre:

"The Man From God Knows Where", com credito para Tom Russell. Essa gravacao aparece relacionada ao lancamento "The Rose Of The San Joaquin / The

Man From God Knows Where" (ano 2012, pais GB, status Official). George William Russell é um automobilista britânico, atualmente compete na Fórmula 1 pela equipe Mercedes. Esta é uma lista de pessoas notórias cuja visão sobre Deus possa ser classificada como "não-teísmo", a posição contrária ao teísmo. Assim sendo, os não-teístas não professam crença em deidades, ainda que isso não signifique, necessariamente, o ateísmo. Não-teístas podem ser ateus, agnósticos, ignósticos, apateístas e até mesmo panteístas, bem como podem ser religiosos, visto que algumas religiões e filosofias religiosas não encerram o conceito de divindade, tais como o budismo, o jainismo, o taoismo e o confucionismo.

Intro (Am) - (G) - (Am) x2 Verse Am G Am Come gather round me children, a story I will tell Am G Am I've been around since Jesus met the woman at the well C Am C Am I've walked these roads ten thousand years, I'm a ragtime millionaire Am G Am I'm the rake and the ramblin saint. I am the man from God knows where Am G Am Oh, they hung me in Downpatrick, up near St.Patrick's tomb Am G Am But my ghost rose up in the peat fire smoke toward the rising of the moon C Am C Am Now as I drift through your villages, all the maidens stop and stare Am G Am "There goes old Tom, the vagabond, he's the man from God knows where" C Am C G So it's rise up all you ancestors, and dance upon your graves C Am C Am I've come to hear your voices, now, so maybe I'll be saved Am G Am Cursed are we who forget the past, but pray and don't despair Am G Am My song might haunt your dreams tonight, I'm the man from God knows where Am G Am I've slept beneath your bridges, near your oil refineries Am G Am I've gambled on your river boats, Shenandoah; Kanakee C Am C Am I'm the homeless lad, I'm an orphan child, leaves of grass sewn through my hair Am G Am Yeah, me and old Walt Whitman, we're the men from God knows where Am G Am I've rode the rods on steam trains with a banjo on my knee Am G Am While the voice of Stephen Foster, whisperd songs to me C Am C Am Of the storefront church and the chain gang choir; Black sorrow filled the air Am G Am Then Stephen died on a doss house floor, like a man from God knows where Am G Am I've heard the sound of Indian drums I've heard the bugles blow Am G Am Before they re'wrote history, into a Wild West Show C Am C Am My kin sailed toward America, to steal their Indian ground Am G Am They passed Bill Cody's circus ships, European bound Am G Am So lock up all your daughters, your whiskey and your gold Am G Am I have come to claim my bounty, for the lies that I've been told C Am C Am And as I look out on this crowd tonight, I see most of you don't care Am G Am Come lift your glass, reveal your past, to the man from God knows where
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