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Henry
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Rock
Henry fue lanzado el 1 de enero de 1971 por Columbia como parte del álbum New Riders of the Purple Sage
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Fecha de lanzamiento1 de enero de 1971
Sello discográficoColumbia
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM122

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
New Riders of the Purple Sage
New Riders of the Purple Sage
Intérprete
John Dawson
John Dawson
Voces
David Nelson
David Nelson
Mandolina
Dave Torbert
Dave Torbert
Voces
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Guitarra
Spencer Dryden
Spencer Dryden
Batería
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
John Dawson
John Dawson
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
New Riders of the Purple Sage
New Riders of the Purple Sage
Producción
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Producción ejecutiva
Steve Barncard
Steve Barncard
Producción ejecutiva

Letra

Every year along about this time it all goes dry
There's nothing round for love or money
That'll get you high
Henry got pissed off and said he'd run to Mexico
To see if he could come back holdin'
Twenty keys of gold
Now the road to Acapulco is very hard indeed
And it isn't any better if you haven't any weed
Henry's driving hard and straight
On twisty mountain roads
There's fifty people waiting back
At home for Henry's load
And now he's rolling down the mountain
Going fast, fast, fast
And if he blows it this one's gonna be his last
Run to Acapulco to turn the golden keys
Henry keep the brakes on for this corner if you please
Henry got to Mexico and turned his truck around
He's talking with the man who has it
Growing from the ground
Henry tasted, he got wasted, couldn't even see
How he's gonna drive like that is not too clear to me
And now he's rolling down the mountain
Going fast, fast, fast
And if he blows it this one's gonna be his last
Run to Acapulco to turn the golden keys
Henry keep the brakes on for this corner if you please
Sunday afternoon Tijuana is a lovely town
Bullfight brings the tourists and
Their money flowing down
The border guards are much too busy
There at five o' clock
Henry's truckin' right on through
He hardly even stopped
And now he's rolling down the mountain
Going fast, fast, fast
And if he blows it this one's gonna be his last
Run to Acapulco to turn the golden keys
Henry keep the brakes on for this corner if you please
Written by: John Dawson
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