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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Lead Vocals
Misty Love
Misty Love
Background Vocals
Shirley Hayden
Shirley Hayden
Background Vocals
Larry Nozero
Larry Nozero
Baritone Saxophone
Jimmie Bones
Jimmie Bones
Harmonica
Kenny Wayne Shepherd
Kenny Wayne Shepherd
Lead Guitar
Albert K. Duncan
Albert K. Duncan
Trombone
Rayse Biggs
Rayse Biggs
Trumpet
Dave McMurray
Dave McMurray
Tenor Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Trombly
James Trombly
Songwriter
Matthew Shafer
Matthew Shafer
Songwriter
Robert J. Ritchie
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Producer
Al Sutton
Al Sutton
Mixing Engineer
Chuck Bailey
Chuck Bailey
Assistant Engineer
Paul Pavao
Paul Pavao
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Blumpy
Blumpy
Additional Engineer

Lirik

They used to call me names said I was just a wanna be But now they all pay to see what they were gettin' free How about them days and now you don't know what to say Ain't it funny how the sun can shine and then hide away And it's a long way on a they say highway I'm still runnin' A lonesome freeway of uncut my way Can you feel me comin' A tombstone ugly an if you'd judge me Better watch 4 me comin' In a '59 drop top blood red Cadillac Knock knockin' Black Bob at your door Still rockin' Everybody say that Knock knockin' Black Bobby at your door Knock knockin' Looking 4 the payback They used 2 say that Ritchie boy he got no sense But now they say oh Bobby man he was my best friend Ain't it funny how the glory and the stories and the times can change And no sense Ritchie just bought himself a big fuckin' airplane And it's a long way on a they say highway I'm still runnin' A lonesome freeway of uncut my way Can you feel me comin' A tombstone ugly an if you'd judge me Better watch 4 me comin' In a '59 drop top blood red Cadillac Knock knockin' Black Bob at your door Still rockin' Everybody say that Knock knockin' Black Bobby at your door Knock knockin' Looking 4 the payback I grew up in the backwoods Hung in the crack woods Learned to pimp Like a mack should I could have been a rich man like pops I never kissed ass And those days since passed Here I stand like Jesus I don't need this Fuck you ho's can squeeze this I can't believe this I'm so wasted From all the fruits of life That I've tasted Never a clone on the microphone I got shit built up 'Cause I never felt loved at home And all alones how I spend my free time Writin' freak rhymes Drinkin' cheap wine Easy Whips And a cracker I'm the master blaster No one cuts faster The king of disaster Is who I am ho And I'll be rippin' the fuckin' rhymes And I'll make your mother shit her pants bro So so You better watch your back Watch for me comin' Watch for me comin' In a '59 drop top blood red Cadillac Knock knockin' Black Bobby at your door Still rockin' Everybody say that Knock knockin' Black Bobby at your door Knock knockin' Looking for the payback Knock knockin' Hey Black Bobby Knock knockin' Knock knockin' Black Bobby at your door Still rockin' Everybody say that Knock knockin' Black Bobby at your door Knock knockin' Looking for the payback Knock knockin' Hey Black Bobby Knock knockin'
Writer(s): James Kenneth Trombly, Robert Ritchie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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