Per provare a decongestionare la mente di alcuni vi consiglio questa:
Eric Burdon , come cantante è difficile da inquadrare in un genere ben preciso, diciamo Blues Rock, ma con parecchie contaminazioni di altri generi.
Uno che sa suonare e che fa quello che gli piace, non quello che si vende, come succede adesso.
La canzone è una cover di una canzone country di Merle Trevis., chi volesse può anche sentire le interpretazioni di altri , tipo Jonny cash e i Platters, questa versione è quella che preferisco.
Notevole anche la parodia in napoletano , presente nel film il papocchio, che potette trovare nell’altro mio blog.
Per chi mastica l’inglese ecco il testo:
Some people say a man is made outta’ mud
A poor man’s made outta’ muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that’s a-weak and a back that’s strong
A poor man’s made outta’ muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that’s a-weak and a back that’s strong
You load sixteen tons, what do ya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number 9 coal
And the store boss said “Well, a-bless my soul”
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number 9 coal
And the store boss said “Well, a-bless my soul”
You load sixteen tons, what do ya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin’, it was drizzlin’ rain
Fightin’ and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol’ mama lion
Cain’t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
Fightin’ and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol’ mama lion
Cain’t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do ya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me comin’, better step aside
A lotta men didn’t, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don’t getcha, then the left one will
A lotta men didn’t, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don’t getcha, then the left one will
You load sixteen tons, what do ya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store.
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store.
Un altro giorno “older and deep in debt”, ragazzi….