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Buzzard's Roost
8
Folk-Rock
Buzzard's Roost est sorti le 22 août 2025 par The Imaginaries Music LLC dans le cadre de l'album Fever
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AlbumFever
Date de sortie22 août 2025
LabelThe Imaginaries Music LLC
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM80

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
The Imaginaries
The Imaginaries
Interprète
Shane Henry
Shane Henry
Voix principales, Guitare électrique, Guitare acoustique
Maggie McClure
Maggie McClure
Claviers, Chœurs, Percussion
Kelvin Holly
Kelvin Holly
Guitare électrique
Allen Branstetter
Allen Branstetter
Trompette
Trip Bower
Trip Bower
Guitare basse
Rob Humphreys
Rob Humphreys
Batterie
Justin Holder
Justin Holder
Percussion
Stephen Leiweke
Stephen Leiweke
Percussion
Brad Guin
Brad Guin
Saxophone ténor, Saxophone baryton, Flûte
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Shane Henry
Shane Henry
Paroles/Composition
Jeff Silbar
Jeff Silbar
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Shane Henry
Shane Henry
Production
Maggie McClure
Maggie McClure
Production
Stephen Leiweke
Stephen Leiweke
Ingénierie de prise de son, Co‑production
David Glasser
David Glasser
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Ryan Lipman
Ryan Lipman
Ingénierie de mixage
Cody Simmons
Cody Simmons
Ingénierie de prise de son
Grant Walden
Grant Walden
Ingénierie de prise de son
Brad Timko
Brad Timko
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

In the winter of 1875 Jesse and Frank were wanted dead or alive
They robbed a stagecoach in Mexico
And made off with 2 million dollars of silver and gold
They rode hard north to the Wichitas, Hot on their heels was the Pinkerton law
A blizzard hit it was cold and mean
So they buried the goods down in a secret ravine
The James gang made their getaway from the Hills to Robber’s cave
And Planned to come back when spring came ‘‘round
but Jesse met his fate when Robert Ford shot him down
A Schofield cut into a rock, a copper map marks the spot
Talismans that point the way are the only clues that still remain
And some folks claim on a starless night they swear they see a lantern light
The Ghosts of the Brothers still searching for that loot
That’s buried up there somewhere on buzzards roost
Story goes Frank came back to Fletcher town and built shotgun shack
Wore out his horses searching in vain
But he never did find the treasure again
Little towns sprang up all over the plains the trail went cold cause the roads had changed
A heart attack sent Frankie to a cold grave
But the legend Buzzard’s Roost still lives today
A Schofield cut into a rock a copper map marks the spot
Talismans that point the way are the only clues that still remain
And some folks claim on a starless night they swear they see a lantern light
The ghosts of the Brothers searching for that loot
That’s buried up there somewhere on buzzards roost
A Schofield cut into a rock a copper map marks the spot
Talismans that point the way are the only clues that still remain
And some folks claim on a starless night they swear they see a lantern light
The ghosts of the Brothers still searching for that loot
That’s buried up there somewhere on buzzards roost
Buzzards roost
Written by: Jeff Silbar, Shane Henry
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