Biografía:
Kip Christian Moore (nacido el 1 de abril de 1980) nació en Tifton, Georgia es un cantante y compositor de música Country Rock . Comenzó a tocar la guitarra mientras asistía al Wallace State Community College en Hanceville, Alabama , e hizo su primera presentación pública en un restaurante Mellow Mushroom en Valdosta, Georgia es un cantante y compositor de música country estadounidense contratado por MCA Nashville . Su álbum debut, Up All Night , fue lanzado el 24 de abril de 2012.
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Otras canciones:
- Some Thing Bout A Truck
- Hey Pretty Girl
- Somethin’ ‘Bout A Truck
- Backseat
- Beer Money
- Bittersweet Company
- Blonde
- Burn The Whole World Down
- Come And Get It
- Comeback Kid
- Complicated
- Crazy One More Time
- Dirt Road
- Drive Me Crazy
- Everything But You
- Faith When I Fall
- Fast Woman
- Fly Again
- Good Thing
- Guitar Man
- Hang A While
- Hearts Desire
- Im To Blame
- It Aint California
- Ive Been Around
- Just Another Girl
- Last Shot
- Lead Me
- Lil Mama
- Lipstick
- Love You To The Moon
- Magic
- Mary Was The Marryin Kind
- Mary Was The Marrying Kind
- More Girls Like You
- My Babys Gone
- New York City
- Plead The Fifth
- Reckless
- Reckless Still Growin Up
- Running For You
- Shes Mine
- Somethin Bout A Truck
- Something Bout A Truck
- Sunburn
- Tennessee Boy
- That Was Us
- The Bull
- Try Again
- What Ya Got On Tonight
- Wish It Was Me
- Young Love
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Kip Moore, "Reckless (Still Growin' Up)"
(intro)
F# B C# F#
(verse)
F# B
I spent a summer down south, working for the county, trying to save for school
C# F#
I blew it all like a damn fool on women and beer
F# B
I didn't have the grades but I had myself a major league fastball
C# F#
Got a call from the minor leagues in Wichita and blew out my arm in the first year,
ha-ha, yeah
(instrumental)
F# B C# F#
(verse)
F# B
Well, I took a good look at my life and decided I'd make a change
C# F#
Booked me a flight on an airplane, I was 3rd world Peace Corps bound
F# B
But I met me a stewardess right there in the airport bar
C# F#
Before I knew it I was in her car and never turned around
(chorus)
F# B C# F#
Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun
C# F# B C#
F#
I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up
(verse)
F# G#m
I went to work for my uncle on the coast called the hot spot
A#m F#
We took our breaks on the boat docks and I got fired for smoking pot
F# G#m
with the beach right there I guess surfing was the logical next move
A#m F#
But I got mouthy with the wrong dude and got my damn jaw tattooed
(chorus)
F# B C# F#
Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun
C# F# B C#
F#
I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up, Alright
(instrumental)
F# B C# F#
(verse)
F# B
I bought an old guitar with cash from a good hand of blackjack
C# F#
learned a few chords from a fat-back, hairy man named Pete
F# B
I got a local gig on the weekends in some old honky-tonk
C# F#
Singing 2 hours of nothing but Cash songs, and I could always drink for free
F# B
And some so called big-wig, producer man started sniffing 'round
C# F#
He told me he liked my sound but there was something holding me back
F# B
He said a rhinestone suit and a cowboy hat outta do the trick
C# F#
I told him I had something he could stick, way on up his ass
(chorus-bridge)
F# B C# F#
Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun
C# F# B C#
F#
I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up
C# F# B C#
F#
I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up, Alright
(out)
F# B C#
(spoken)but don't give up on me yet
F#
I know I might take a little time
F#
But I'm gonna come around
B C# F#
I just feel Like I still got a few things I gotta Get out of my system, ha ha
(intro)
F# B C# F#
(verse)
F# B
I spent a summer down south, working for the county, trying to save for school
C# F#
I blew it all like a damn fool on women and beer
F# B
I didn't have the grades but I had myself a major league fastball
C# F#
Got a call from the minor leagues in Wichita and blew out my arm in the first year,
ha-ha, yeah
(instrumental)
F# B C# F#
(verse)
F# B
Well, I took a good look at my life and decided I'd make a change
C# F#
Booked me a flight on an airplane, I was 3rd world Peace Corps bound
F# B
But I met me a stewardess right there in the airport bar
C# F#
Before I knew it I was in her car and never turned around
(chorus)
F# B C# F#
Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun
C# F# B C#
F#
I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up
(verse)
F# G#m
I went to work for my uncle on the coast called the hot spot
A#m F#
We took our breaks on the boat docks and I got fired for smoking pot
F# G#m
with the beach right there I guess surfing was the logical next move
A#m F#
But I got mouthy with the wrong dude and got my damn jaw tattooed
(chorus)
F# B C# F#
Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun
C# F# B C#
F#
I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up, Alright
(instrumental)
F# B C# F#
(verse)
F# B
I bought an old guitar with cash from a good hand of blackjack
C# F#
learned a few chords from a fat-back, hairy man named Pete
F# B
I got a local gig on the weekends in some old honky-tonk
C# F#
Singing 2 hours of nothing but Cash songs, and I could always drink for free
F# B
And some so called big-wig, producer man started sniffing 'round
C# F#
He told me he liked my sound but there was something holding me back
F# B
He said a rhinestone suit and a cowboy hat outta do the trick
C# F#
I told him I had something he could stick, way on up his ass
(chorus-bridge)
F# B C# F#
Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun
C# F# B C#
F#
I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up
C# F# B C#
F#
I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still
growing up, Alright
(out)
F# B C#
(spoken)but don't give up on me yet
F#
I know I might take a little time
F#
But I'm gonna come around
B C# F#
I just feel Like I still got a few things I gotta Get out of my system, ha ha
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