el Club del Country. Un programa que ha fet històric. Durant 60 minuts escoltaràs els èxits del moment i els grans clàssics de tota la vida. Des de 1987 som fidels a una manera d'entendre la música.
El Club del Country, presentat i dirigit per Rafel Corbí.
My daddy spent his life looking up at the sky. He cussed, kicked the dust, saying, son, it's way too dry. It clouds up in the city, the weatherman complains. But where I come from, rain is a good thing.
Fins demà!
Ain't nothing like a kiss out back in the barn Bringing out our soaking clothes, riding out a thunderstorm When the tin roof gets to talking, that's the best love we make Yeah, where I come from, rain is a good thing Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey Whiskey makes my baby
Fins demà!
Farmer Johnson does a little dance Creeps on the rise, roll up your pants Country girls, they wanna cuddle Kids out playing in a big mud puddle Rain makes corn Corn makes whiskey Whiskey makes my baby Back roads are bogging up My buddies pile up in my truck We hunt our honeys down We take them into town Start washing all our worries down the drain
Aquest és el programa número 2013 de la història del Club del Country, programa especial número 38, que dediquem els 40 anys del Club del Country i tots els números 1 des que el nostre programa va començar un llunyà 1987. Soc Rafael Corbí i avui hem començat amb aquesta cançó que va romandre dues setmanes al número 1 entre el 24 i el 31 de juliol.
del 2010, l'any en el qual estem localitzats ara mateix. Rain is a good thing, Luke Ryan, segons senzill de l'àlbum Doing My Thing, que és la primera vegada que l'escoltem perquè aquest va ser el seu primer número. Luke Ryan amb el Dallas Davidson va ser qui va compondre aquesta cançó.
Una setmana, el número 1, la següent cançó. Cançó escrita per Carrie Underwood, que ara Dio Wardi, Marty Frederiksen i Luke Laird. És un tema que va ser el tercer senzill del seu tercer álbum d'estudi, Play On, d'aquí. Doncs Undo It és de la Carrie Underwood. I should have known by the way you passed me by There was something in your eyes and it wasn't right I should have walked but I never had the chance Everything got out of hand and I let it
Fins demà!
Now your photos and have a picture frame And I never say your name and I never will And all your things, well I threw them in the trash And I'm not even sad Now you only have yourself to blame For playing all those stupid games You're always gonna be the same Oh no, you'll never change You stole my happy, you made me cry Took the lonely and took me for
You had my heart, now I want it back I'm starting to see everything you like Boy, you blew it, you put me through it I wanna undo it You are my future, you can't have it
Fins demà!
Així hem escoltat la Carrie Underwood i ara escoltarem una versió que va realitzar en Gerard Newman d'aquesta cançó, Lover Lover, li va posar aquest nom, tot i que la cançó original era el You Don't Treat Me No Good, una cançó d'un grup de sol anomenat Sonia Dada, realitzada el 1992.
Aquesta cançó va arribar al número de les llistes The Country. Va ser el seu primer tema realitzat per el Seagable, el segell, que era un segell germà d'Arista Nashville, el seu quart senzill en total i es va incloure en l'àlbum June, The Road and the Hunk, Jory. L'escoltem. Well, the truth...
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
You don't treat me no good no more Yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I'm waiting for you almost every night You don't treat me no good no more And I'm hurting so bad Cause you don't treat me right Oh, woman, oh, woman You know I love you so But you're so mean to me Baby, I'm walking out the door Oh, lover, lover, lover You don't treat me no good no more
Lover, lover, lover You don't treat me no good no more
Lover, lover, lover
El Club del Country, des del 1987. So we live out in our old man Traveling all across this land Me and you
Just as free Free as we'll ever be Just as free
We travel till the city lies Dissolve into a country sky Just me and you
Just as free Free as we'll ever be Just as free
Fins demà!
No, we don't have a lot of money.
Fins demà!
Sí, hem escoltat aquesta cançó de Zac Brown i la seva banda, és el tema anomenat Free, una cançó que era de dos anys abans, va ser editada amb l'àlbum de Foundation del 2008, realitzada el 2010 com a cinquè i darrer senzilla de l'àlbum. Una cançó que va ser nominada com a millor interpretació de música country per un duo o un grup amb veu vocal i també com a millor cançó country amb els premis Grammy de la seva cinquanta-trezena
Edició escrita per el mateix Zac Brown. Una setmana al número 1, dues setmanes més una, dues setmanes de setembre i una d'agost per el tema All About Tonight, cançó escrita per el Magnifico Red Jackings en Dallas Davidson de nou Event Hates Live, també coneguda com The Pitch Pickers, enregistrada per Blake Shelton, primer senzill del seu àlbum All About Tonight, el segon EP i setè àlbum d'estona.
Don't bother telling me what I got coming in the morning, I already know I got some feel-good peels and a red Gatorade by my bed, ready to go I'm gonna do my best to dance with every girl in this bar before they shut it down
Then I'll pay my tax Climb in a cab Head in a spot downtown It's all about tonight Good times and the music And laughing and grooving To the band Everybody's getting right No worries, we're rocking All kinds of concoctions in our hands Yeah, tomorrow can wait till tomorrow It's all about tonight
Hey, pretty thing, I've been looking at you Since the moment that you walked in I got some wild ass buddies that love spending money And I see you brought a couple of friends Just tell me your name I don't need your number or a date next Saturday Baby, let's act like fools Break a few rules
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Pretty good at drinking beer One more
I'm not the type to work in a bank I'm no good at slapping on pants
I have a knack for making motors crank, no, but I'm pretty good at drinking beer. So hand me one more, that's what I'm here for, I'm built for having a ball. I love the nightlife, I love my Bud Light, I like them cold and tall.
I ain't much mowing thick grass I'm too slow for working too fast I don't do windows so honey don't ask But I'm pretty good at drinking beer Go get them, maybe I'm not I'm not known for doing a lot
I do my best work when the weather's hot, hot I'm pretty good at drinking beer So hand me one more, that's what I'm here for I'm built for having a ball I love the nightlife, I love my Bud Light Like I'm cold and tall
I wasn't born for digging deep holes I'm not made for paving long roads I ain't cut out to climb high line poles But I'm pretty good at drinking beer I'm pretty good at drinking beer
I'll hand me one more, boys.
Una fabulosa cançó de Billy Carrington amb aquest apretigut de Drinking Beer. All Kind of Love va ser una cançó que va romant de dues setmanes entre el cavall de setembre i octubre d'aquell 2010. El número 1, All Kind of Love, era una cançó enregistrada per Lady Antebellum. El trio va realitzar aquesta cançó i la va escriure, tots tres, al costat de Vos V, realitzada com a tercer senzill,
del seu àlbum anomenat Need You Know. Va ser el senzill que es va publicar i darrer també com a part del countdown del Need You You per part d'iTunes. Té veu solista per Scotch i Kelly, dos dels membres de la banda. Where you smile like a summer sky just shining down on me.
I swear your heart is a free bird on a lizard Sunday afternoon. I love the way that you were up for anything. Never worried about what people say. That's right. Oh, that's right. What we got.
Just like driving on an open highway Never knowing what we're gonna find Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up Oh, yeah, that's our kind of love That's our kind of love Skipping rocks and
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Just like driving on an open highway Never knowing what we're gonna find Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up That's the kind of love
Aquell final de 2010 no va haver-hi cap cançó que va destacar per sobre les demés una o dues setmanes del número 1, com per exemple aquesta cançó que ens va portar en Kanye Chesney, The Voice of Fall, una cançó que era el primer senzill del seu àlbum Hemingway's Whiskey. La va agafar aquesta cançó d'una composició d'en Cassie Belfort i en Dave Turnbull. Kanye Chesney ens porta aquesta cançó que parla de futbol americà a l'escola secundària.
I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass I'm back in my helmet, cleats and shoulder pads Standing in the huddle, listening to the call Fans going crazy for the boys to fall
Didn't let just anybody in that club Took every ounce of heart with sweat and blood To get to wear those game day jerseys down the hall Kings of the school, man, where the boys of fall
Let's turn and face the stars and stripes. It's fighting back them butterflies. It's calling in the air already. Yes, sir, we want the ball.
And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash, it's slingin' mud and dirt and grass, it's I got your number, I got your back, when your back's against the wall, you mess with one man, you got us all, the boys will fall.
In little towns like mine that's all they got Newspaper clippings fill the coffee shops The old men will always think they know it all Young girls will dream about
Well, it's turning face to stars and stripes. It's fighting back them butterflies. It's calling in the air all around. Yes, sir, we want the ball. And it's knocking heads and talking trash. It's slinging mud and dirty grass. It's I got your number, I got your back. When your back's against the wall, you mess with one man.
Well, it's turning faces, stars and stripes. It's fighting back them butterflies. It's calling in the air, all right. Yes, sir, we want the ball. It's knocking heads and talking trash. It's slinging mud and dirt and grass. It's I got your number, I got your back. When your bat's against the one, you mess with one.
Fins demà!
La cançó de Kenny Chess, de llargues setmanes, sense cap veu femenina, el número 1. Tant s'hagin començat amb aquella de Carrie Underwood i després amb el tema que ens aportava en veu femenina també com a part integrant de Lady Antebelbaum, la Hilary Scotta. Però de moment no en trobem cap més, Kenny Chess, ni de boys of all. Una setmana al número 1.
Per el tema All Over Me, una cançó que ens aportava en Josh Turner. Aquesta peça la va escriure de nou en Dallas Davidson, en Ben Hensley i Ray Atkins, enregistrada per Josh Turner com a segon senzill del seu àlbum Hey Wild. Well the weatherman says it's gonna be a hot one, heard it on the radio.
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Build us a fire when we run out of daylight Let it light up your face Lay on a blanket, listen to the river Get a little carried away I can taste that kiss on your sweet lips Ain't gonna want it to end So when the morning comes we'll roll on out And do it all over again Bring on the sunshine, bring on a good time Girl, let me look at you
Jump in the front seat, kick up your bare feet Honey, let your hair down too I know a spot down on the river Underneath the sycamore tree Save all your kisses up, bring on your sweet love Pour it all over me
Bona nit. Bona nit.
I una altra cançó que va arribar al número 1 és del meu parent, això en format de broma, Easton Corbin, Roll With It. Una setmana també al número 1 per aquesta peça, escrita per David Lee, Tony Lane i Johnny Park, que portava el nom de Roll With It, una cançó que pertanyia al seu àlbum de debut, del qual va ser el seu segon senzill. Vas demanir el segon número consecutiu a les listes americanes per Easton Corbin. I got it!
Fins demà!
I got just enough money and just enough gas So pick a place on the map we can get too fast Where the white sandy beach meets water like glass And if the tide carries us away Baby we'll run with it Won't think about it too much Baby let's just go with it
Fins demà!
We get so caught up in catching up Trying to pay the rent, trying to make a buck That don't need much time for time for us Ain't life too short for that So open up that bag of pigskin you fall At the Exxon station the last time we stopped And you can kick back baby and dance in your socks on a windshield
Fins demà!
Bona nit. Bona nit.
Estàs escoltant el Club del Country amb Rafel Corbí.
Fins demà!
Bona nit
And I'm the backside of a mule And I didn't know I needed you so And letting you go was wrong And baby, I know you got your radio on So this is my so sad comeback song
Now I'm laying down without you In this king-size empty bed And I wish I had my arms around you But I'll just dream of you instead Cause I didn't know
Bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé
I said I wouldn't miss you, girl, yeah. Na, na, na, na, na, na. Na, na, na, na, na, na. Na, na, na, na, na, na, na. We all say na, na, na, na, na, na. Na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Dues setmanes al número 1, ens anem acostant cap a final del 2010 amb aquests rècords musicals del club del country, Come Back Song, The Youth Racker, una cançó composta per ell mateix, conjuntament amb els compositors de Nashville, Cassie Belfort i Chris Stapleton. Va ser realitzada el 2010 com a senzill d'avançament del seu segon àlbum de música counter, Charleston SC 1966.
substituïda per un duet, o hauríem de dir una banda i un solista. Zac Brown Band, al costat d'Alan Jackson, ens va portar aquesta cançó. La va escriure Zac Brown al costat de Wyatt Duret, sisè senzill de la banda, primer del seu álbum, You Get What You Give, va guanyar el Premi Grammy a la millor col·laboració de Country a la 53ª edició, el segon Grammy per la banda i també per Alan Jackson. As She's Walking Away.
We never spoke a word but ever thought she had I heard from across the room We were standing face to face I couldn't find the words to say Give me one more move I don't even know her name I guess foolish pride's to blame
Now I'm falling in love as she's walking away And my heart won't tell my mind or tell my mouth what it should say May I lost this battle, live to fight another day Now I'm falling in love as she's walking away
The wise man next to me did say About the one that got away Son, I miss my chance Don't you let regret take place Of the dreams you have to chase Ask her to dance Come on, son
Bona nit.
Roll the dice and have some faith Don't be falling in love As she's walking away When your heart won't tell your mind To tell your mouth what it should say May have lost this battle Live to fight another day Don't be falling Falling and falling in love As she's walking away
Magnífica aquesta interpretació de Zac Brown i la seva banda al costat d'Alan Jackson en aquesta She's Walking Away. Anem cap a les tres darreres cançons del 2010. Anything Like Me, cançó de Brad Paisley, originalment inclòs amb el seu album del 2009 American, Saturday Night, va ser triada com a senzilla presentació de la seva compilació anomenada Hits Alive. Brad Paisley va escriure la cançó amb Chris Dubois i Dave Turnbull. Anything Like Me.
I remember saying, I don't care either way Just as long as he or she is healthy, I'm okay And then the doctor pointed to the corner of the screen And said, you see that thing right there? Well, you know what that means I started wondering who he was gonna be
I thought, heaven help us, if he's anything like me. I'd probably climb a tree too tall and ride his bike too fast. End up every summer wearing something in a cast. He's gonna throw a ball and break some glass in a window down the street.
He's gonna get in trouble He's gonna get in fights I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback If he's anything like me I can see him right now
He's all skinned up with a magnifying glass Trying to melt the talker truck Won't he be a sight with his football helmet on? That'll be his first love till his first love comes along He'll get his heart broke by the time he's in his teens
Fins demà!
He's gonna get in trouble, we're gonna get in fights I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback If he's anything like me
And hate me along the way. Years are gonna fly by. I already dread the day. He's gonna hug his mama. He's gonna shake my hand. He's gonna act like he can't wait to leave.
Oh, he'll be alright If he's anything like
Aquesta cançó obria el mes de desembre d'aquell 2010, Anything Unlike Me, The Brat Paisley. Treban Perry, aquest trio originalment de Mississippi, amb la Kimberly Perry al capdavant, que va escriure aquesta cançó, que va formar part del seu álbum de debut i va ser, òbviament, el seu primer número 1 a les llistes de música country. Vam descobrir una banda magnífica, If I Die Young.
Bury me in satin, lay me down On a bed of roses, sink me in the river At dawn, send me away With the words of a love song
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
When I come into your kingdom I'm as green as the ring On my little cold finger I've never known the loving of a man But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand There's a boy here in town Says you'll love me forever Who would have thought forever could be severed by The sharp knife of a short life
I've had just enough time So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Gather up your tears, keep them in your pocket Save them for a time when you're really gonna need them Oh, the sharp knife of a short life Well, I've had just enough time So put on your best ball
Una cançó que literalment va salvar la vida a gent, així ho explicava la mateixa banda a temps, després de Vampoury, If I Die Young. Quan acabem, tanquem la paradeta i ho fem amb la cançó Why Wait en dues darreres setmanes del 2010 al número 1 de les llistes de Billboard. Neil Trasher, Tom Shapiro i Jamie Wright van compondre aquesta cançó que van registrar
El trio Rascal Flatts, primer senzill del seu àlbum Nothing Like This, el primer senzill que van publicar per al segell Big Machine Records. Serà fins la setmana que ve. A reveure. What do you say, girl? We do something crazy. Quit putting it off. You know what I say.
Bona nit.
Bona nit.
Now I love your mama, let's save her some trouble. And your daddy won't mind if we save him a bundle. Girl, it just so happens that ring that you wanted, well guess what I bought it? It's in my pocket, baby, come on.
Fins demà!
Bona nit. Bona nit.
Fins demà!
What do you say girl we do something crazy?