Hank Williams..Min husgud..Är man nån gång nedstämnd så funkar alltid hans låtar som tröst. Han är historiens absolut bästa låtskrivare,ingen kommer ens i närheten när det gäller att få fram budskap,känslor,smärta,sorg och även humor o "feel good" låtar. Har tillängnat en stor portion av min rygg me tatueringar rörande good ole`Hank. Ta er tid,lyssna,lovar att ni kommer förstå vad jag talar om...
Här kommer lyriken till en av mina favvo låtar "thy burdens are greather than mine.. Då jag inte e så haj på datorer så kan jag inte länka till ställen som youtube o dyligt,men det kommer. Bare with me.
Travelin' down a lonely highway I knew not where the road would end Not a penny in my pocket All a one without a friend In a little country village I met a man and he was blind As I helped him cross the highway Oh! Lord I cried his burdens are greater than mine.I can see the light of day I need not feel my way Yes, thy burdens are greater than mine.Met a lad while on my travels Tryin' hard to play the game Though his leg was very crippled And he could not speak his name Yet, he smiled in understandin' Though life to him had been unkind And as I watched, I cried in sorrow Oh! Lord his burdens are greater than mine. I can speak my name aloud Make my way among the crowd Yes, his burdens are greater than mine. Just by chance I passed a graveyard I saw a young man kneelin' there In his hand, there were some roses On his lips, there was a prayer On a stone, these words were written' Your soul is God's, your mem'ry mine' And as I watched, I cried in sorrow Oh! Lord I see his burdens are greater than mine
Det är sensmoral på hög nivå!
Här kommer lyriken till en av mina favvo låtar "thy burdens are greather than mine.. Då jag inte e så haj på datorer så kan jag inte länka till ställen som youtube o dyligt,men det kommer. Bare with me.
Travelin' down a lonely highway I knew not where the road would end Not a penny in my pocket All a one without a friend In a little country village I met a man and he was blind As I helped him cross the highway Oh! Lord I cried his burdens are greater than mine.I can see the light of day I need not feel my way Yes, thy burdens are greater than mine.Met a lad while on my travels Tryin' hard to play the game Though his leg was very crippled And he could not speak his name Yet, he smiled in understandin' Though life to him had been unkind And as I watched, I cried in sorrow Oh! Lord his burdens are greater than mine. I can speak my name aloud Make my way among the crowd Yes, his burdens are greater than mine. Just by chance I passed a graveyard I saw a young man kneelin' there In his hand, there were some roses On his lips, there was a prayer On a stone, these words were written' Your soul is God's, your mem'ry mine' And as I watched, I cried in sorrow Oh! Lord I see his burdens are greater than mine
Det är sensmoral på hög nivå!
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