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Native Son
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Rock
Native Son foi lançado em 1 de janeiro de 1995 por Capitol Records como parte do álbum Walk On
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ÁlbumWalk On
Data de lançamento1 de janeiro de 1995
SeloCapitol Records
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM99

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Don Smith
Don Smith
Engenharia (mixagem)
Shelly Yakus
Shelly Yakus
Engenharia (mixagem)
Greg Goldman
Greg Goldman
Engenharia (gravação)
John Augto
John Augto
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Mike Baumgartner
Mike Baumgartner
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Ken Villeneuve
Ken Villeneuve
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Mark Nevers
Mark Nevers
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Thomas Johnson
Thomas Johnson
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Eddie Schreyer
Eddie Schreyer
Engenharia (masterização)
Davey Faragher
Davey Faragher
Produção (suporte)

Letra

You finally found the mainstream
In the middle of your life
You tapped into a vein
Of endless gold chains
Now you're locked up tight
Tearing down the middle of it
Splitting it right in half
Bobbing up and down the waves
Like a runaway slave
On a Huck Finn raft
Take your wife
Take your family
Take your gun
Running through the woods
And the burned out neighborhoods
Looking for someone
A member of your tribe
A Place you can hide
'Til the war has begun
'Cause in the fields before the flood
You'll be spilling blood
Like a native son
Where you gonna run to
There ain't no underground
If only you could fly
You'd cut across the sky
Like a rifle round
Oh, who are your people
And where is your homeland
'Cause they're dying side by side
At the river of pride
Where we tried to take a stand
Take your wife
Take your family
Take your gun
Running through the woods
And the burned out neighborhoods
Looking for someone
A warrior from your tribe
A Place you can hide
'Til the war has begun
'Cause in the fields before the flood
You'll be spilling blood
Like a native son
Take your wife
Take your family
Take your gun
Running through the woods
And the burned out neighborhoods
Looking for someone
A warrior from your tribe
A Place you can hide
'Til the war has begun
'Cause in the fields before the flood
You'll be spilling blood
Like a native son
In the fields before the flood
You'll be spilling blood
Like a native son
Written by: John Hiatt
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