Biografía:
El verdadero nombre de Kid Rock es Robert James Ritchie y nació en el pequeño pueblo de Romeo, Michigan, el 17 de enero de 1971, creció escuchando los principios del hip-hop como the Fat Boys y Run DMC, así como iconos de Detroit como Bob Seger y los MC5.para 1990 estaba grabando su primer álbum "Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast", despues acompañó a gente como Ice Cube y Geto Boys en un tour nacional.
En 1993, Rock se asoció con Continuum Records y grabó su segundo esfuerzo llamado "The Polyfuze Method"
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Otras canciones:
- All Summer Long
- Blue Jeans And A Rosary
- Care
- Half Your Age
- Only God Knows Why
- Picture (feat. Sheryl Crow)
- All Summer Long Sweet Home Alabama
- All Summer Long Sweet Home Alabama Mashup
- All Summer Longsweet Home Alabamacountry Grammar Mash
- American Bad Ass
- American Rock N Roll
- Best Of Me
- Born Free
- Cadillac Pussy
- Cant You See
- Cocaine And Gin
- Cold And Empty
- Collide
- Do It For You
- Dont Tell Me U Love Me
- Drinking Beer With Dad
- Early Morning Stoned Pimp
- Fat Bottom Girls
- First Kiss
- Flyin High
- Foad
- For The First Time In A Long Time
- Forty
- God Bless Saturday
- God Save Rock And Roll
- Good Times Cheap Wine
- Hamburger Steaks Holiday Inn
- Happy New Year
- I Am
- I Am The Bullgod
- In Times Like These
- Jesus And Bocephus
- Johnny Cash
- Lets Ride
- Lonely Road Of Faith
- Midnight Ferry
- Midnight Train To Memphis
- New Orleans
- One More Time Live
- Picture
- Picture With Sheryl Crow
- Po
- Prodigal Son
- Purple Sky
- Raining Whiskey
- Rebel Soul
- Redneck Paradise
- Rock Bottom Blues
- Roll On
- Run Off To La
- Shotgun Willie
- Slow My Roll
- Son Of Detroit
- Sugar Pie Honey Bunch
- Tennessee Mountain Top
- The Mirror
- Times Like These
- What I Learned Out On The Road
- When It Rains
- When You Love Someone
- Whiskey Bent And Hell Bound
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Kid Rock – God Save Rock N Roll Lyrics
Intro (G)
G
Boy next door not too complacent
Lost till he found how to pound the pavement
D C G
He walked like a saint lost far in a world of sin
No mama to assure his situation
A misfit piss poor education
He talked a big game but never could seem to win
C G
And southwest Detroit ain’t a place to talk no trash
D C G
You can throw some dap but it’s best not to flash no cash
You grow up quick, fightin’ for the upper end of lower class
And sometimes ya feel like sand in an hour glass
Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul
You better learn to play and pray God save rock n roll
G
He got a four-piece band for his graduation
A second hand van and they toured the nation
D C G
But no one seemed to ever wanna sing a long
They headed out west to find salvation
But the Sunset Strip’s a big temptation
The girls and cocaine seemed to write every song
C G
But east LA ain’t a place to talk no trash
D C G
You can play for tips but how long can that life last
You grow up quick, writin’ checks your ass can’t cash
And sometimes ya feel like life’s movin’ way too fast
Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul
You better find your way and pray God save rock n roll
C G
Yeah God, save rock n roll
D C G
If you could find a way I swear I won’t sell my soul
Hey God, save rock roll
Pave the way and hey God save rock n roll
Solo: (C-G-D-C-G)
G
He got pegged to be the next sensation
A big fat check for his aggravation
D C G
And a renegade spot tucked way high up in the hills
His songs played strong on every station
And MTV in full rotation
And his garage was filled up with big Cadillac DeVilles
He sold his soul it was fabrication
Found success but lost his patience
Cuz livin’ on the road ain’t all it’s cracked up to be
He got dropped in the middle of consolidation
His wife took half and then taxation
Left him right back at the alter on his knees
C G
And southwest Detroit ain’t a place to talk no trash
D C G
Hey mister big shot, how’s it feel to be back?
Yeah you made it, became a member of the upper class
Forgot your roots and made everybody kiss your ass
Hey there young man, I bet ya never thought you’d get this old
D
I’m still tryin’ to be, I’m still singin’ in key, I’m still livin’ free
C G
So fuck you all I said long live rock n roll!
Intro (G)
G
Boy next door not too complacent
Lost till he found how to pound the pavement
D C G
He walked like a saint lost far in a world of sin
No mama to assure his situation
A misfit piss poor education
He talked a big game but never could seem to win
C G
And southwest Detroit ain’t a place to talk no trash
D C G
You can throw some dap but it’s best not to flash no cash
You grow up quick, fightin’ for the upper end of lower class
And sometimes ya feel like sand in an hour glass
Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul
You better learn to play and pray God save rock n roll
G
He got a four-piece band for his graduation
A second hand van and they toured the nation
D C G
But no one seemed to ever wanna sing a long
They headed out west to find salvation
But the Sunset Strip’s a big temptation
The girls and cocaine seemed to write every song
C G
But east LA ain’t a place to talk no trash
D C G
You can play for tips but how long can that life last
You grow up quick, writin’ checks your ass can’t cash
And sometimes ya feel like life’s movin’ way too fast
Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul
You better find your way and pray God save rock n roll
C G
Yeah God, save rock n roll
D C G
If you could find a way I swear I won’t sell my soul
Hey God, save rock roll
Pave the way and hey God save rock n roll
Solo: (C-G-D-C-G)
G
He got pegged to be the next sensation
A big fat check for his aggravation
D C G
And a renegade spot tucked way high up in the hills
His songs played strong on every station
And MTV in full rotation
And his garage was filled up with big Cadillac DeVilles
He sold his soul it was fabrication
Found success but lost his patience
Cuz livin’ on the road ain’t all it’s cracked up to be
He got dropped in the middle of consolidation
His wife took half and then taxation
Left him right back at the alter on his knees
C G
And southwest Detroit ain’t a place to talk no trash
D C G
Hey mister big shot, how’s it feel to be back?
Yeah you made it, became a member of the upper class
Forgot your roots and made everybody kiss your ass
Hey there young man, I bet ya never thought you’d get this old
D
I’m still tryin’ to be, I’m still singin’ in key, I’m still livin’ free
C G
So fuck you all I said long live rock n roll!
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