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Automatic
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Электроника
Трек «Automatic» вышел в 17 мая 2005 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Warner Records/Nashville»)Loco Motive
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АльбомLoco Motive
Дата релиза17 мая 2005 г.
ЛейблWarner Records/Nashville
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM106

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Cowboy Troy
Cowboy Troy
Вокал
Adam Shoenfeld
Adam Shoenfeld
Электрогитара
Paul Allen
Paul Allen
Акустическая гитара
Atom
Atom
Электрогитара
Ethan Pilzer
Ethan Pilzer
Бас
Randy Kohrs
Randy Kohrs
Добро
Brian Barnett
Brian Barnett
Барабаны
Jonathan Yudkin
Jonathan Yudkin
Фидель
Michael Rojas
Michael Rojas
Фортепиано
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Педальная слайд-гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Adam Shoenfeld
Adam Shoenfeld
Автор песен
John Rich
John Rich
Автор песен
Troy Coleman
Troy Coleman
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
John Rich
John Rich
Продюсер
Clarke Schleicher
Clarke Schleicher
Дополнительный инженер
Paul Hart
Paul Hart
Ассистент инженера
Lowell (RU) Reynolds (RU)
Lowell (RU) Reynolds (RU)
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Adam Engelhardt
Adam Engelhardt
Ассистент инженера
Matt Beale
Matt Beale
Ассистент инженера
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Мастеринг-инженер
Big Kenny
Big Kenny
Продюсер
Paul Worley
Paul Worley
Продюсер
Bart Pursley
Bart Pursley
Миксинг-инженер
David Robinson
David Robinson
Ассистент инженера

Слова

She's sittin' at the bar, sippin?on a beverage
Try to use your platinum card to get leverage
It don't matter, she's got her own
She's got diamonds for buttons on her cellular phone
She's a cutie with a booty, a hottie with a body
Get her on the dance floor, gonna get naughty
Don't mean no harm, just a little fun
'Til it's time for breakfast and you see the sun
Can't find the key to the door where her heart is
Can't find no magic word to say all the things I want to say
There's no equation for that rose, she only knows when she goes!
She's automatic, she's automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Don't give her no static, she's automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Automatic
The beat gets fast and you're cravin' more
Suddenly you make you way to the floor
It's a hick-hop beat boy your body is pumped
All the fine ladies just shakin' their butts
Step up to one then you ask her to dance
It appears to you she's in a trance
Take your time son play your position
'Cause that's the primary mission
Can't find the key to the door where her heart is
Can't find no magic word to say all the things I want to say
There's no equation for that rose, she only knows when she goes!
Written by: Adam Shoenfeld, John Rich, Troy Coleman
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