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30 Jan 13 - 10:37 AM (#3473493) Subject: Chord Req: Rosa May By Dave Stamey From: GUEST,Don Meixner This is a great song. I have it close but there are a few chords that I seem to miss. Perhaps I am expecting a change and none are necessary. Any help? Thanks Don |
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31 Jan 13 - 04:32 AM (#3473810) Subject: RE: Chord Req: Rosa May By Dave Stamey From: GUEST,999 Don, can the song be heard somewhere? |
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31 Jan 13 - 03:52 PM (#3474004) Subject: RE: Chord Req: Rosa May By Dave Stamey From: GUEST,Don Meixner Load up Pandora on the computer. I have it showing up on a list of songs entitled by me as Don Edwards. If you don't know, Pandora allows you to define a type of music on what is called radio stations and it then plays song similar in style to the name of the station. Don Edwards = cowboy and western songs. Thanks 999 D |
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31 Jan 13 - 07:44 PM (#3474114) Subject: RE: Chord Req: Rosa May By Dave Stamey From: GUEST,999 We cannot get Pandora in Canada. Used to be able to, but it seems licensing got in the way. I cannot find the song on YouTube, either. However, there are a few good ears in the US who'd be able to help. So let's keep this thread 'up there'. |
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01 Feb 13 - 11:45 AM (#3474437) Subject: RE: Chord Req: Rosa May By Dave Stamey From: GUEST,DonMeixner Thanks |
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01 Feb 13 - 12:16 PM (#3474451) Subject: RE: Chord Req: Rosa May By Dave Stamey From: GUEST,999 Don, I have sent you an email after emailing a friend in the US who may be able to help you with this. He's a musician and a half, so country will likely be easy for him to handle. It will depend on whether he can access Pandora. Hang tough. |
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01 Feb 13 - 12:17 PM (#3474452) Subject: RE: Chord Req: Rosa May By Dave Stamey From: GUEST,999 BTW, could you please post a stanza and a chorus/bridge of the lyrics, SVP? |
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02 Feb 13 - 10:56 AM (#3474853) Subject: RE: Chord Req: Rosa May By Dave Stamey From: GUEST,Don Meixner Rosa May, Dave Stamey Her name was Rosa May She arrived one autumn day to ply her trade in the streets of Bodie Her checks were flaming (blazing) red From the chilly winds she said but lines around her mouth were even colder. Based on a real woman who was a prostitute in Virginia City and Bodie, California. There are significant legends about her that can be Wiki'd. This song is much less glamorous and infinitely tragic. There is one line in the song that captures me, I'll let you find it if you search the song on Pandora. Dave Stamey, "Tonopah" I can't figure how these guys get below my radar for so long. Because of him I discovered Cliff Gorman and Juni Fisher. Well worth the listen. Don |
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20 Jun 14 - 11:06 PM (#3635183) Subject: RE: Chord Req: Rosa May By Dave Stamey From: GUEST,Sean Hey there, wondering if you were able to figure out the chords to this song. Would love to be able to play this one! Thanks! |
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21 Jun 14 - 11:05 AM (#3635367) Subject: RE: Chord Req: Rosa May By Dave Stamey From: GUEST,# http://www.cowboypoetry.com/davestamey.htm#Sel Try reaching Dave through that site. |
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23 Jul 14 - 12:05 AM (#3644410) Subject: Lyr Add: ROSA MAY (Dave Stamey) From: Jim Dixon I can't help with chords, but it appears that the lyrics have never been posted at Mudcat, so I figure we ought to have them. This is my transcription from Spotify: ROSA MAY As sung by Dave Stamey on "Tonopah" (2007) Her name was Rosa May, She arrived one autumn day To ply her trade in in the town of Bodie, And her cheeks were blazin' red, From the chilly wind, she said, But the lines around her mouth were even colder. And down on Maiden Lane, Like the others just the same, She laid down for the miner's dollar, And her hands were coarse and plain, Like a song without refrain, But there was always lace on her collar. Well the miners gathered round To throw their money down And touch the goods that she was sellin', And she smelled the smoke and sweat, And the whiskey on their breath, And always they found her willin', And always they found her willin'. She was a girl no longer young. When each night's work was done, She'd face the light of bitter mornin', And in the stove she'd build a fire, And though the flames danced higher, She'd never felt their warmin'. To the opium den she'd go, On King Street through the snow, Where she'd take the pipe that would soothe and blind her, And she spent the endless days In a yellow smoky haze Till the night would come and men would find her. Well the boom it came and went, And all the money spent, But still she stayed in the town of Bodie, And the wind it howled and shrieked Through the empty lonely streets, And the whisper on the sage was like poetry. The whisper of the sage was like poetry. They found her a winter's dawn, The smoke from her fire gone. Her eyes were open to the endless myst'ry, And they buried her without prayer On the slope just over there, Then they moved it on and were lost to hist'ry. Well, the boom it come and went, And all the dollars spent, Still she stays in the town of Bodie. And the wind it howls and shrieks Through the empty lonely streets, And the whisper of the sage is like poetry. The whisper of the sage is like poetry. Her name was Rosa May. She arrived one autumn day To ply her trade in the town of Bodie, And her cheeks were blazing red From the chilly wind, she said, But the lines around her mouth were even colder, And there was always lace on her collar, And the whisper of the sage is like poetry. |
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29 Oct 19 - 06:31 PM (#4016089) Subject: RE: Chord Req: Rosa May (Dave Stamey) From: GUEST,Don Meixner Well it takes me awhile but I do get things done. Rosa May Dave Stamey Her na(G)me was Rosa May, She arri(Bm)ved one winters day To pl(C)y her trade in the to(D)wn of Bo(G)die, And her che(G)cks were blazing red from the chi(Bm)lly winds she said, But the lin(C)es around her mo(D)uth were even col(G)der. Down on Maiden Lane Like the others, just the same, She'd lay down for the miner's dollar. And her hands were course and plain, like a song without refrain, But there was always lace upon her collar. When the mi(D)ners gathered around to thr(C)ow their money do(G)wn And tou(C)ch the goods that she was sel(D)ling. And she smel(D)led of smoke and sweat and the whis(C)key on her bre(G)ath You alw(C)ays would found her wil(D)ling and alw(C)ays you fou(D)nd her wil(G)ling. She was a girl no longer young. When each nights work was done She found the light of a bitter morning And in the stove she built a fire, and though the smoke went higher She never felt their warming To the Opium dens she'd go On King Street through the snow, To take the pipe that would soothe and blind her. And she spent the endless days in a yellow smoky haze, Till the night would come and men would find her. Well the bo(D)om it came and went and a(C)ll the money spe(G)nt Still she sta(C)yed in the town of Bo(D)die And the wi(D)nd it howled in shrieks through the em(C)pty lonely stre(G)ets, and the whis(C)pers of the sa(D)ge was like poetry, it whisp(C)ered through the sa(D)ge like poe(G)try They found her a winter's dawn, the smoke from her fire gone And her eyes were open to the endless mystery. And they buried her with out prayer on the slope just over there And they drifted on and where lost to history Well the bo(D)om it came and went and a(C)ll the money spe(G)nt Still she sta(C)yed in the town of Bo(D)die And the wi(D)nd it howled in shrieks through the em(C)pty lonely stre(G)ets, and the whis(C)pers of the sa(D)ge was like poetry, it whisp(C)ered through the sa(D)ge like poe(G)try 1st verse. …......... There was always lace on her collar…the whispers of the sage was like poetry |