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The Ride On Satan's Son
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Uptempo: Fast fiddle driving song about a horse from Hell that few cowboys rode and lived to tell about.
ascap songwriter country music ballad opera western marvin adcock pistol river bsf songs john bizzack
My first real appreciation for music hit me the first time I saw the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show. The emotion and enthusiasm of the audience on that small black and white screen was a real eye opener for me. I began writing songs a few years later as a teenager and decided to teach myself to play guitar. What better way to impress girls, right? As I matured as a writer it was my love for a good story song that morphed me into a country songwriter. I enjoy reading articles about other songwriters, and one of my biggest influences was a Johnny Cash quote that said he used the "KISS" method of writing. An acronym for "Keep It Simple Stupid", and I thought that sounded pretty easy. Was I ever WRONG! I have learned that creating a song that comes across as conversational and uncomplicated was not as easy as it sounded. After several years of writing, and many stacks of spiral bound notebooks, I slowly turned into a better writer as I learned to draw from life's experiences. My dad was a career military man, and I was born on an Army base in Augusta, Georgia. Growing up I spent summers on my grandparents farm in Louisiana, and so I am forever filled with a deep love for the south. My family and I live in the Flint Hills of Kansas. This site contains a portion of my catalog which is pitched daily in Nashville. Please feel free to contact me or my agent in Nashville: Dallas Gregory Song Rocket Music Nashville, TN Thanks for visiting and listening. All My Best, Marvin
Song Info
Charts
Peak #1,150
Peak in subgenre #33
Author
Bizzack / Adcock / Mesaris
Rights
2003
Uploaded
August 08, 2005
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MP3 2.3 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
His breath was hot as oil well fire, eyes black as coal The stallion they called “Satan’s Son” was outta' control Some say it was the devil's blood steamin' through his veins Or had the game of rodeo made that horse insane He could smell a rider's fear hangin' in the wind And there’d never been a cowboy Who rode long enough to win CHORUS He’s like ridin' bolts of lightnin' strapped between your knees Dangerous as a loaded gun, everyone agrees He might even be the devil, but no one really knows Except the men who tried to ride That wicked, black bronco At a Beaumont, Texas County Fair fourth day of July They saddled up Satan's Son for cowboy number nine Hat pulled tight as he climbed down upon that stud Outta' the gate in less than eight he was head to toe in blood And the crowd grew deathly quiet, wranglers did their best As his blood turned dust to mud he took his final breath CHORUS (repeat) Late that night they hauled that horse straight to Mexico Turned him loose, watched him run fast as he could go They all swore that devil horse vanished in thin air The colt they raised to take his place was named The Pallbearer CHORUS (repeat) TAG
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