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The Barn
116
Folk
The Barn è stato pubblicato il 27 giugno 2025 da Lucille Records come parte dell'album Reckon So - EP
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Data di uscita27 giugno 2025
EtichettaLucille Records
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM127

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Landon Smith
Landon Smith
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Piano
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Percussion, Bass, Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Landon Smith
Landon Smith
Songwriter, Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Producer, Mixing Engineer
Ethan Barrette
Ethan Barrette
Recording Engineer, Immersive Mixing Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Daniel Bacigalupi
Daniel Bacigalupi
Mastering Engineer

Testi

First night with J.R. in late September
On a dark cruel night when those boys became sinners
Not knowing where we were at or who we were
Driving through the county lines
Just waiting on a cop car to just swing on by
We were pushing 99 in a 45
When the cop pulls us over
I be screaming like I'm sober
In the backseat of my own car
He says, come on out, son, you're coming to prison
And hell, I ain't too far
What I do wrong? What do I care?
I'm just here for the boys and the beer and the air
You can take my ass on back to the bar
I'm not gonna live my life
Locked up in handcuffs, chains and bars
Our boots muddy, our shirt was torn
There's blood on the bathroom floor
No one knew what we aimed to do
On a sacrilegious Saturday night
The devil himself would appear in the sky
Was it the fear or was it the shrooms?
When the cop pulls us over
I be screaming like I'm sober
In the backseat of my own car
He says, come on out, son, you're coming to prison
And hell, I ain't too far
What I do wrong? What do I care?
I'm just here for the boys and the beer and the air
You can take my ass on back to the barn
I'm not gonna live my life
Locked up in handcuffs, chains and bars
Moms are racing on the street
Our legs were tired and our eyes were weak
Rested our heads on the cold, damp concrete
When the cop pulls us over
I be screaming like I'm sober
In the backseat of my own car
He says, come on out, son, you're coming to prison
But hell, I ain't too far
What'd I do wrong? What do I care?
I'm just here for the boys and the beer and the air
You can take my ass on back to the barn
I'm not gonna live my life
Locked up in handcuffs, chains and bars
I'm not gonna live my life
Locked up in handcuffs, chains and bars
Written by: Landon Smith
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