Richard Thompson - Sam Hall

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Now my name is Samuel Hall
Samuel Hall, Samuel Hall
Oh my name is Samuel Hall, Samuel Hall
Oh my name is Samuel Hall
And I hate you one and all
You're a bunch of mucker's all
Blast your eyes
You're a bunch of mucker's all
Blast your eyes

Now I killed a man they said
So they said, so they said
Oh I killed a man they said
Yes they said
I killed a man they said
And I left him layin dead
Cause I bashed his bloody head
Blast his eyes
Caused I bashed his bloody head
Blast his eyes

Now they put me in the quad
In the quad, In the quad
Oh they put me in the quad, in the quad
Oh they put me in the quad
And they left me there by God
Fastened to a bloody chain rod
Blast there eyes
Fastened to a bloody chain rod
Blast there eyes

Now the preacher he did come
He did come, he did come
Oh the preacher he did come he did come
Oh the preacher he did come
And he looked so doggone glum
As he talked of Kingdom Come
Blast his eyes
As he talked of Kingdom Come
Blast his eyes

And the sheriff he come too
He come too, he come too
Oh the sheriff he come too he come too
Oh the sheriff he come too
With his yellow boys and blue
Sayin Sam I'll see you through
Blast your eyes
Sayin Sam I'll see you through
Blast your eyes

Oh it's up the rope I go I go I go
It's up the rope I go I go
Oh it's up the rope I go
While you critters down below
Are sayin Sam I told you so
Blast your eyes
Are sayin Sam I told you so
Blast your eyes

Oh it's swingin I must go
I must go I must go
It's a swingin I must go, I must go
It's a swingin I must go
Just because she loved him so
Just because she loved him so
Blast her eyes
Just because she loved him so
Blast her eyes

I must hang until I'm dead
Til I'm dead, Til I'm dead
I must hang until I'm dead
I must hang until dead
Caused I killed a man they said
And left him layin dead
Blast his eyes
And left him layin dead
Blast his eyes

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Richard thompson is a singer-songwriter and guitar player, who’s work is praised by the press through the years, for both his compositions as his guitar playing. He was nominated for major prices for several of his recordings.
Music critic Neil McCormick described Thompson as “a versatile virtuoso guitarist and a sharp observational singer-songwriter whose work burns with intelligence and dark emotion”.
After succes with his former folk-rock band Fairport Convention, he first made criticly acclaimed albums with his wife Linda Thompson. After there divorce he made about 18 solo albums, as well as making it a habit to publiss live performances of his shows regularly. This was a reaction to his fan base, who made many illegal recordings of his concerts. By publishing them himself, he could maintain some quality of recording and profit from the material. This way, a large proportion of his work is available in live recordings, showing his strenght as a performer of his work, both solo and with band (a selection of wich is available on spotify).