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Bareback Jack
4,488
Country
Bareback Jack was released on January 1, 1987 by Capitol Nashville as a part of the album Gold Buckle Dreams
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1987
LabelCapitol Nashville
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris LeDoux
Chris LeDoux
Performer
Mac McAnally
Mac McAnally
Acoustic Guitar
Michael Rhodes
Michael Rhodes
Bass
Larry Franklin
Larry Franklin
Fiddle
Jack Pearson
Jack Pearson
Electric Guitar
Shannon Forrest
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Brent Rowan
Brent Rowan
Electric Guitar
John Hobbs
John Hobbs
Keyboards
Eric Darken
Eric Darken
Percussion
John Jarvis
John Jarvis
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris LeDoux
Chris LeDoux
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mac McAnally
Mac McAnally
Producer
Alan Schulman
Alan Schulman
Recording Engineer
Chris Stone
Chris Stone
Assistant Recording Engineer
Denny Purcell
Denny Purcell
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

When I was just a very young lad
I walked up and I told my dad
A bareback rider's what I want to be
I want the whole world to know about me
In the rodeo arena, I'll take my stand
I wanna be known as a rodeo man
I'll come flyin' from the chute with my spurs up high
Chaps and boots reachin' for the sky
Spurrin' wild with my head throwed back
You'll ask, "Who's that?"
Well, that's Bareback Jack
You'll ask, "Who's that?"
Well, that's Bareback Jack
The years of boyhood now have passed
It didn't take long to learn the tricks real fast
Now I'm goin' down the road with my rodeo gear
And I hope to make the finals in just a few years
And when my chance comes, I'll give it a whirl
And try to win the championship of the world
I'll come flyin' from the chutes with my spurs up high
Chaps and boots reachin' for the sky
Spurrin' a wild with my head flung back
You'll all know me
My name's Bareback Jack
You'll all know me
My name's Bareback Jack
Well, here I am, I'm layin' in bed
The son of a buck jumped onto my head
I'm layin' here dyin' and hurtin' real bad
Now I wish I'd listened to my old dad
When he said, "Son, you'd better stop foolin' around
You're gonna get your guts stomped into the ground"
"You'll come flyin' from the chute with your tail up high
That old buckin' horse is gonna throw ya in the sky
When you come down, you're gonna break your back
And then we'll all know you as old crippled up Jack
In a wheelchair with a broken back"
Written by: Chris LeDoux
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