Video Karaoke JIM BOB - HARDY

Este tema es una versión de JIM BOB, que popularizó HARDY

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Este formato es compatible con el KaraFun Windows Player, un programa de karaoke gratuito. Te permite activar o desactivar los coros y la voz principal, además de cambiar el tono o el tempo.

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Mismo tempo que el original: 124 BPM

Tonalidad idéntica al original: DOm

Duración: 03:41 - Escuchar en: 01:56

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Fecha de publicación: 2024
Géneros: Hard Rock & Metal, En inglés
Compositor original: David Garcia, Hunter Phelps, Hardy, James Cody Quistad

Todo el contenido de nuestro sitio web es reproducido íntegramente por nuestros músicos en el estudio. No utilizamos ninguna parte de las grabaciones originales ni hacemos uso de tecnología de separación de stems con IA de ninguna manera.

Letra JIM BOB

Jim Bob drinks his coffee with a Pall Mall and a Keystone
Sits out on his front porch with his flea-infested dogs
Caught a little shrapnel from some boom-boom in his knee bone
Pops a half a Percocet to keep the hurtin' off and they say
Jim Bob, go to work quit livin' for the buzz
Jim Bob, go to church but Jim Bob never does
We don't wanna see you waste your life away he lights another cigarette and all he's got to say is
All I wanna do until they lay my body down's take my pills, pay my bills blow the rest all on some Crown
Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with country boy can survive
Get fucked up on my back forty point my pistol to the sky
Make it go pow-pow-pow somebody gotta go wow, wow, wow that boy's got some demons
He's a heathen put him at a pew he needs some Jesus now, now, now
I don't know how, how, how or when it will be all I know's I'm gonna live
This redneck life until it kills me oh
Jim Bob's got his name already written on some granite
Main Street Cemetery underneath that water oak he says he never seen it 'cos he hates them city limits
In the back of a black Cadillac's the only way he'll go and he goes
All I wanna do until they lay my body down's take my pills, pay my bills blow the rest all on some Crown
Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with country boy can survive
Get fucked up on my back forty point my pistol to the sky
Make it go pow-pow-pow somebody gotta go wow, wow, wow that boy's got some demons
He's a heathen put him at a pew he needs some Jesus now, now, now
I don't know how, how, how or when it will be all I know's I'm gonna live
This redneck life until it kills me oh
All I wanna do until they lay my body down's take my pills, pay my bills blow the rest all on some Crown
Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with country boy can survive
Get fucked up on my back forty point my pistol to the sky
Make it go pow-pow-pow somebody gotta go wow, wow, wow that boy's got some demons
He's a heathen put him at a pew he needs some Jesus now, now, now
I don't know how, how, how or when it will be all I know's I'm gonna live
This redneck life until it kills me oh

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