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Black Bob
4,764
Hard Rock
Black Bob was released on November 11, 2003 by Top Dog/Atlantic as a part of the album Kid Rock
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Release DateNovember 11, 2003
LabelTop Dog/Atlantic
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Lead Vocals
Misty Love
Misty Love
Background Vocals
Shirley Hayden
Shirley Hayden
Background Vocals
Larry Nozero
Larry Nozero
Baritone Saxophone
Jimmie Bones
Jimmie Bones
Harmonica
Kenny Wayne Shepherd
Kenny Wayne Shepherd
Lead Guitar
Albert K. Duncan
Albert K. Duncan
Trombone
Rayse Biggs
Rayse Biggs
Trumpet
Dave McMurray
Dave McMurray
Tenor Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Trombly
James Trombly
Songwriter
Matthew Shafer
Matthew Shafer
Songwriter
Robert J. Ritchie
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Producer
Al Sutton
Al Sutton
Mixing Engineer
Chuck Bailey
Chuck Bailey
Assistant Engineer
Paul Pavao
Paul Pavao
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Blumpy
Blumpy
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

They used to call me names, said I was just a wanna be
But now they all pay to see what they were getting free
How 'bout them days and now, you don't know what to say?
Ain't it funny how the sun can shine and then hide away?
And it's a long way on a they-say highway, I'm still runnin'
A lonesome freeway of uncut my way, can you feel me comin'?
A tombstone ugly and if you judge me, better watch for me comin'
In a fifty-nine drop top blood red Cadillac
Knock-knockin', black Bob at your door
Still rockin', everybody say that
Knock-knockin', black Bobby at your door
Knock-knockin', looking for the payback
They used to say Ritchie boy, he got no sense
But now they say oh Bobby man, he was my best friend
Ain't it funny how the glory and the stories and the times can change
And no sense Ritchie just bought himself a big fucking airplane
And it's a long way on a they-say highway, I'm still runnin'
A lonesome freeway of uncut my way, can you feel me comin'?
A tombstone ugly and if you judge me, better watch for me comin'
In a fifty-nine drop top blood red Cadillac
Knock-knockin', black Bob at your door
Still rockin', everybody say that
Knock-knockin', black Bobby at your door
Knock-knockin', looking for the payback
I grew up in the backwoods, I hung in the crack hoods
I learned to pimp like a mack should
I could have been a rich man like pops
I never kissed ass and those days since passed
Here, I stand like Jesus
I don't need this, so fuck you, hoes can squeeze this
I can't believe this, I'm so wasted
From all the fruits of life that I've tasted
Never a clone on the microphone
I got shit built up 'cause I never felt loved at home
And all alone's how I spent my free time
Writin' freak rhymes and drinkin' cheap wine
Easy whips and a cracker
I'm the master blaster, no one cuts faster
The king of disaster's who I am ho
And I'll be rippin' the fuckin' rhymes
And I'll make your mother shit her pants bro
So, so, you better watch your back
Watch for me comin', watch for me comin'
In a fifty-nine drop top blood red cadillac
Knock-knockin', black Bob at your door
Still rockin', everybody say that
Knock-knockin', black Bobby at your door
Knock-knockin', looking for the payback
Knock-knockin', hey, black Bobby!
Knock-knockin', where is black Bobby?
Knock-knockin', there goes black Bobby!
Knock-knockin', where is black Bobby?
Written by: James Trombly, Matthew Shafer, Robert J. Ritchie
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