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Bareback Jack
4.577
Country
Bareback Jack foi lançado em 1 de janeiro de 1987 por Capitol Nashville como parte do álbum Gold Buckle Dreams
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Data de lançamento1 de janeiro de 1987
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Chris LeDoux
Chris LeDoux
Vocais, Violão acústico
Mark Sissel
Mark Sissel
Guitarra elétrica, Vocal de apoio
Bobby Jensen
Bobby Jensen
Teclados, Vocal de apoio
Bill Johnson
Bill Johnson
Guitarra havaiana, Fiddle
Gary Bodily
Gary Bodily
Baixo, Vocal de apoio
K.W. Turnbow
K.W. Turnbow
Bateria
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Chris LeDoux
Chris LeDoux
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Gregg Brown
Gregg Brown
Produção
Rob Feaster
Rob Feaster
Engenharia (mixagem), Engenharia (gravação)
David Faulkner
David Faulkner
Engenharia (edição)
Mike Purcell
Mike Purcell
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Paula Montondo
Paula Montondo
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Don C. Tyler
Don C. Tyler
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

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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