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Bareback Jack
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Bareback Jack est sorti le 1 janvier 1987 par Capitol Nashville dans le cadre de l'album Gold Buckle Dreams
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Date de sortie1 janvier 1987
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Chris LeDoux
Chris LeDoux
Chant, Guitare acoustique
Mark Sissel
Mark Sissel
Guitare électrique, Chœurs
Bobby Jensen
Bobby Jensen
Claviers, Chœurs
Bill Johnson
Bill Johnson
Guitare sur table, Violon
Gary Bodily
Gary Bodily
Guitare basse, Chœurs
K.W. Turnbow
K.W. Turnbow
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Chris LeDoux
Chris LeDoux
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Gregg Brown
Gregg Brown
Production
Rob Feaster
Rob Feaster
Ingénierie de mixage, Ingénierie de prise de son
David Faulkner
David Faulkner
Ingénierie de montage
Mike Purcell
Mike Purcell
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Paula Montondo
Paula Montondo
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Don C. Tyler
Don C. Tyler
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

When I was just a very young lad
I walked up and I told my dad
A bareback rider's what I want to be
I want the whole world to know about me
In the rodeo arena, I'll take my stand
I wanna be known as a rodeo man
I'll come flyin' from the chute with my spurs up high
Chaps and boots reachin' for the sky
Spurrin' wild with my head throwed back
You'll ask, "Who's that?"
Well, that's Bareback Jack
You'll ask, "Who's that?"
Well, that's Bareback Jack
The years of boyhood now have passed
It didn't take long to learn the tricks real fast
Now I'm goin' down the road with my rodeo gear
And I hope to make the finals in just a few years
And when my chance comes, I'll give it a whirl
And try to win the championship of the world
I'll come flyin' from the chutes with my spurs up high
Chaps and boots reachin' for the sky
Spurrin' a wild with my head flung back
You'll all know me
My name's Bareback Jack
You'll all know me
My name's Bareback Jack
Well, here I am, I'm layin' in bed
The son of a buck jumped onto my head
I'm layin' here dyin' and hurtin' real bad
Now I wish I'd listened to my old dad
When he said, "Son, you'd better stop foolin' around
You're gonna get your guts stomped into the ground"
"You'll come flyin' from the chute with your tail up high
That old buckin' horse is gonna throw ya in the sky
When you come down, you're gonna break your back
And then we'll all know you as old crippled up Jack
In a wheelchair with a broken back"
Written by: Chris LeDoux
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