Biografia:
The members of Cross Canadian Ragweed -- Grady Cross, Cody Canada, Randy Ragsdale and Jeremy Plato -- have known each other pretty much since kindergarten in the band's hometown of Yukon, Oklahoma. They all wanted to get out, and music seemed like a good escape. When they all had graduated (except for Ragsdale, the youngest member), they started jamming at a party, and Cross Canadian Ragweed was born. Yukon as a rule wasn't a very musician-friendly town, but they had one notable local squarely in their corner: Ragsdale's father Johnny.
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Outras músicas:
- Constantly
- Sick And Tired
- 17
- 42 Miles
- After All
- Alabama
- Back Around
- Bad Habit
- Bang My Head
- Blue Bonnets
- Bluebonnets
- Boys From Oklahoma
- Breakdown
- Broken
- Brooklin Kid
- Brooklyn Kid
- Carney
- Carry You Home
- Check Me Out
- Cold Hearted Woman
- Confident
- Crazy Eddies Last Hurrah
- Cry Lonely
- Dimebag
- Down
- Down At The Harbor
- El Paso
- Fightin For
- Fighting For
- Flowers
- Hammer Down
- I Cant Sleep Again
- I Know A Man
- Jenny
- Jimmy And Annie
- Johnnys Song
- Kick In The Head
- Lawrence
- Leave Me Alone
- Lighthouse Keeper
- Livin Life By The Drop
- Lonely Feeling
- Lonely Girl
- Long Way Home
- Lonley Feeling
- Look At Me
- Much Better Now
- My Only Bad Habit
- Nowhere Texas
- Number
- Ode To Greg
- On A Cloud
- On Your Own
- Other Side
- Sister
- Soul Agent
- Ss10
- The President Song
- This Time Around
- Treasure Chest
- Wanna Rock Roll
- Wanna Rocknroll
- Willin To Be Movin
- Women Without Whiskey
- Yellow Mama
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Cruel Youth
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