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Native Son
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Rock
Трек «Native Son» вышел в 1 января 1995 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Capitol Records»)Walk On
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АльбомWalk On
Дата релиза1 января 1995 г.
ЛейблCapitol Records
ЯзыкEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM99

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Don Smith
Don Smith
Миксинг-инженер
Shelly Yakus
Shelly Yakus
Миксинг-инженер
Greg Goldman
Greg Goldman
Инженер звукозаписи
John Augto
John Augto
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Mark Nevers
Mark Nevers
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Mike Baumgartner
Mike Baumgartner
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Thomas Johnson
Thomas Johnson
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Ken Villeneuve
Ken Villeneuve
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Eddie Schreyer
Eddie Schreyer
Мастеринг-инженер
Davey Faragher
Davey Faragher
Ассоциированный продюсер

Слова

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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