Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Yes Ma'am
Yes Ma'am
Intérprete
Lightnin' Luke
Lightnin' Luke
Voces de fondo
Matthew Bracken Edens
Matthew Bracken Edens
Voz principal
Bob Ayo
Bob Ayo
Contrabajo
STEVEN KILCREASE
STEVEN KILCREASE
Guitarra acústica
Joseph Faison IV
Joseph Faison IV
Banjo
Lucas Biespiel
Lucas Biespiel
Fiddle
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Matthew Bracken Edens
Matthew Bracken Edens
Autoría
Joseph Faison IV
Joseph Faison IV
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Joseph Faison IV
Joseph Faison IV
Ingeniería de mezcla
Spencer Martin
Spencer Martin
Masterización
Jesse Payne
Jesse Payne
Ingeniería de grabación
Jay Matheson
Jay Matheson
Ingeniería de grabación

Letra

Well when I get low and I get the itch
I go to the corner gon’ get my fix
Died eight times baby it ain’t shit
I make Houdini look like a bitch, yeah
I got them bad dog blues
Got them bad dog blues
I got them bad dog blues
Well it feels so good and she treat me right
Well the preacher call but I don’t see the light
Rev you up and she rub you down
You can find that dog all over town, yeah
I got them bad dog blues
Got them bad dog blues
I got them bad dog blues
Oh Play
Make it sound good
Grind me baby like a train on track
When I leave the yard and I come right back
Got long black hair, big blue eyes
Gonna make a blind man get circumcised, yeah
I got them bad dog blues
Got them bad dog blues
I got them bad dog blues
I need a big leg woman with nowhere to roam
Lay my head in her bed till the sun come home
Hand me my guitar baby, show me the spot
I’ma leave this town with the governor's watch, yeah
I got them bad dog blues
Got them bad dog blues
I got them bad dog blues
Oh babe give me that Dirty Mike now
Fire up that motherfuckin’ chilli, baby
I got them bad dog blues
I got them bad dog blues
I got them bad dog blues
Lucy showed up, I just shook my head
Not tonight baby, wanna go to bed
Devil’s tail in my hand
Twenty dollars these days will kill a man, yeah
I got them bad dog blues
Got them bad dog blues
I got them bad dog blues
Well don’t worry baby these days I’m clean
Fuckin’ the blues the only thing I fiend
Listen here baby gonna make me sick
Won’t ya come on over and sit on my couch
I got them bad dog blues
Got them bad dog blues
I got them bad dog blues
Oh babe
God damn
She gonna rip me up sideways
Like a motherfucker
What?
Oh goddamn thats a bad ass dog, baby
Written by: Joseph Faison IV, Matthew Bracken Edens
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