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455 Rocket
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455 Rocket est sorti le 29 août 2006 par Mercury Nashville dans le cadre de l'album The Definitive Collection
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Date de sortie29 août 2006
LabelMercury Nashville
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM126

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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Kathy Mattea
Kathy Mattea
Chant, Percussion
James "Hutch" Hutchinson
James "Hutch" Hutchinson
Guitare basse, Percussion
Jim Keltner
Jim Keltner
Batterie, Percussion, Maracas
Pat Buchanan
Pat Buchanan
Guitare électrique
Don Potter
Don Potter
Guitare acoustique
Jerry Douglas
Jerry Douglas
Dobro
Stuart Duncan
Stuart Duncan
Mandoline
Jelly Roll Johnson
Jelly Roll Johnson
Harmonica
Kim Richey
Kim Richey
Chœurs
Bob Halligan, Jr.
Bob Halligan, Jr.
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Gillian Welch
Gillian Welch
Paroles/Composition
David Rawlings
David Rawlings
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Kathy Mattea
Kathy Mattea
Production
Mark Frigo
Mark Frigo
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Ben Wisch
Ben Wisch
Ingénierie de mixage, Production, Ingénierie de prise de son
Daniel Leanse
Daniel Leanse
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Steve Regina
Steve Regina
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Mr. Smith had an oldsmobile
Baby blue with them wire wheels
I took her home the day that she was adverstised
He said she leaked when, it would rain
And sounded like an aeroplane
But I knew she was a jewel in disguise
She had a 455 Rocket
The biggest block alive
I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the straight aways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a Rocket, she was made to burn
Whose junkpile piece of Chevelle is this?
You boys come here to race or just kiss?
Don't you wanna know what I got underneath my hood?
I know she might sound like she's missing
But buddy, she could teach you a lesson
In just a quater mile, and I'll smoke you good
In my 455 Rocket
The kind the police drive
I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the straight aways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a Rocket, she was made to burn
I'm telling you and I ain't ashamed
I cried when that wrecker came
As we skid I thought I heard the angels sing
(sounded like the Beach Boys)
We hit the curve and began to sail
Took out most of the safety rail
Even the cop asked me
"Man, what'd you have in that thing?"
I had a 455 Rocket
The very kind you drive
You oughta watch yourself when you take that turn
'Cause she was made for the straight aways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a Rocket, she was made to burn
Lord, she's a Rocket she was made to burn
Written by: David Rawlings, Gillian Welch
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