Karaoké Uneasy Rider '88 - The Charlie Daniels Band

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Uneasy Rider '88 rendu célèbre par The Charlie Daniels Band

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Tempo : variable (environ 107 BPM)

Tonalité identique à l'original : Do, Ré, Mi

Durée : 04:26 - Extrait à : 03:08

Date de sortie : 1988
Styles : Country, En anglais
Auteurs-Compositeurs : Charlie Daniels, John Louis Gavin, John Crain, Charlie Hayward, Taz Di Gregorio

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Paroles Uneasy Rider '88

Me and my buddy got us a wild hair and figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up my rag top Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money and a whole lot of show
And with Hank Junior blarin' on the radio
We got a tank full of gas and we were on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
We were barrelin' down old Seventeen
When a man with a blinkin' red light was on our tail
He said You were doin' sixty in a forty-five but I'm gonna let you go this time
If I catch you again I'm gonna slap you in the county jail
We said Thank you sir you sure been nice and you ain't gonna have to tell us twice
And we were Southbound and down with the wind blowin' in our faces
We kept on rollin' and pretty soon the radio was cookin' out a Haggard tune
And we were pullin' into Houston
Checkin' out all them places
I was feelin' dry and I said I think we ought to stop and get ourselves a drink
And old Jim said Yeah 'cos we got time to kill
We kept on rollin' and I seen this spot and we pulled into the parkin' lot
Of this place called the Cloud Nine Bar and Grill
We walked through the door and the place was jammed
The lights were low
They had a punk rock band
And some orange haired feller singin' about suicide
I said Jim this ain't our kind of place
He said Well let's just have one round anyway
So against my better judgment we walked on inside
Went up to the bar and we sat down
This feller walked up and said I'll buy this round
And he sat down on the bar stool next to Jim
He looked like a girl but he talked like a guy
He had lipstick on and mascara in his eyes
And everybody in that place looked just about like him
I said Jim this ain't our kind of bar
Let's just go on out and get back in the car
'Cos there's gonna be trouble
Ain't no sense in takin' a chance
We was gettin' up
Gettin' ready to leave when somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
Was this good lookin' girl
She was askin' my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it there's somethin' missin'
There's fellers dancin' and fellers kissin'
There's a feller in high heeled shoes wearin' pantyhose
He said Partner I just can't turn this down
You just go over there and have one more round
And I'll dance with the lady and we'll get on down the road
So he walked away and left me alone
This funny lookin' feller kept comin' on
And he was makin' me mad by some of the things he said
And hen he put his hand on my knee and I said
If you don't get your paw off me
I'm gonna locate your nose around the other side of your head
He said I love it when you get that fire in your eye
I said Well partner try this on for size
And I unloaded on him and he went out like a light
Everybody in that place must have been his friend
They all headed for me
I said This is the end
But where I come from we don't give up without a fight
They were screamin' and yellin' and scratchin' and clawin'
I was punchin' and hittin' and kickin' and pawin'
I was holdin' my own 'cos I've been in a scrap or two
Old Jim come runnin' up out of the blue and that gal he was with come runnin' up too
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe
I grabbed her by the hair
It came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
He dropped that dude like a shot from a gun
Smeared his lipstick
Made his makeup run
And me and old Jim started fightin' our way to the door
Man we lit out of there in that Chevrolet
I put in on the floor and it stayed that way
We was goin' down the highway
Doin' about a hundred and ten
We was headed for home and we was gettin' nearer
Then a red light came on the rear view mirror
And that same blame cop was pullin' us over again
Well I'm sittin' here in this county jail
I had to call my daddy to go our bail
But I learned me a lesson that I never will forget again
I've done give up drinkin'
I've give up bars
And runnin' 'round the country in souped up cars
Goin' back where the women are women and the men are men

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