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455 Rocket
37.830
Country
455 Rocket foi lançado em 29 de agosto de 2006 por Mercury Nashville como parte do álbum The Definitive Collection
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Data de lançamento29 de agosto de 2006
SeloMercury Nashville
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM126

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Kathy Mattea
Kathy Mattea
Vocais, Percussão
James "Hutch" Hutchinson
James "Hutch" Hutchinson
Baixo, Percussão
Jim Keltner
Jim Keltner
Bateria, Percussão, Maracas
Pat Buchanan
Pat Buchanan
Guitarra elétrica
Don Potter
Don Potter
Violão acústico
Jerry Douglas
Jerry Douglas
Dobro
Stuart Duncan
Stuart Duncan
Bandolim
Jelly Roll Johnson
Jelly Roll Johnson
Gaita
Kim Richey
Kim Richey
Vocal de apoio
Bob Halligan, Jr.
Bob Halligan, Jr.
Vocal de apoio
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Gillian Welch
Gillian Welch
Composição
David Rawlings
David Rawlings
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Kathy Mattea
Kathy Mattea
Produção
Mark Frigo
Mark Frigo
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Ben Wisch
Ben Wisch
Engenharia (mixagem), Produção, Engenharia (gravação)
Daniel Leanse
Daniel Leanse
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Steve Regina
Steve Regina
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)

Letra

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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