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Bronco
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Bronco was released on June 23, 2015 by Mercury Nashville as a part of the album Bronco
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AlbumBronco
Release DateJune 23, 2015
LabelMercury Nashville
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM128

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Canaan Smith
Canaan Smith
Background Vocals
Brett Beavers
Brett Beavers
Programming
Ryan Tyndell
Ryan Tyndell
Background Vocals
Darren Rayl
Darren Rayl
Drums
Kenny Fuller
Kenny Fuller
Electric Guitar
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Steel Guitar
Duffy Brown
Duffy Brown
Guitar
Dan Couch
Dan Couch
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Canaan Smith
Canaan Smith
Songwriter
Scooter Carusoe
Scooter Carusoe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Beavers
Brett Beavers
Producer
Ryan Tyndell
Ryan Tyndell
Producer
Jordan Rigby
Jordan Rigby
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ben Phillips
Ben Phillips
Editing Engineer
Reid Shippen
Reid Shippen
Mixing Engineer
Paul "Paco" Cossette
Paul "Paco" Cossette
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Daniel Bacigalupi
Daniel Bacigalupi
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Take a summertime in dollars at minimum wage
To buy some Pittsburg steel when you come of age
And even more to get it running and a-shining like you did
It was two-toned Tar Heel blue and white
Couple Kenwood speakers tuned just right
Crazy how a car makes a king out of a kid
It was sundown-ready, hardtop heavy
Shotgun girlfriend-primed
Just some teenage, no fear, half-bald good years
Still turned on a dime
[Verse 2]
It's freedom
Calling
And pulling you down that backroad
It was our time
Flying
And a hell of a ride in that Bronco
[Verse 3]
Momma still puts flowers out by your grave
Daddy pulls against Ford in Sunday's race
And Leah has a hard time thinking she's older than you
And me, I still see you backing out in reverse
In the headlights bright behind your hearse
If I could only fix things like someone I once knew
I wouldn't be sitting tangled, mangled
Full of county junkyard pain
All busted, rusted, out here cussing
And crying out your name
[Verse 4]
It was freedom
Calling
Pulling you down that backroad
It was our time
Flying
And a hell of a ride in that Bronco
[Verse 5]
It was a hell of a ride
It was a hell of a ride
[Verse 6]
Freedom calling
Freedom calling
[Verse 7]
It was freedom
Calling
And pulling you down that backroad
It was our time
Flying
And a hell of a ride
[Verse 8]
It was small town
High hopes
Why it ended there only heaven knows
A brother
A hero
And a hell of a ride in that Bronco
[Verse 9]
It was a hell of a ride
Take a lifetime of prayers on bended knee
Tryin' to come to peace with your memory
Written by: Canaan Smith, Scooter Carusoe
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