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.
No, I can't swig that sweet champagne. I'd rather drink beer all night in a tavern or in a honky-tonk or on a four-wheel drive tailgate. I've got posters on my wall of Skinner kiddin' straight. Some people look down on me, but I don't give a rip. I stand there, put it in my own front yard with a baby on my hip. Cause I'm a redneck woman, I ain't no head.
Hell yeah!
Victoria's Secret, well their stuff's real nice.
Oh, but I can buy the same damn thing on a Walmart shelf half price and still look sexy, just as sexy as those models on TV. No, I don't need no designer tag to make my man want me. You might think I'm trashy, a little too hardcore, but in my neck of the woods, I'm just a girl next door. Hey, I'm a redneck woman.
And I ain't no high-class broad I'm just a product of my rays And I say, hey y'all, Andy Hall And I keep my Christmas lights on On my front porch all year long And I know all the words To every Tanya Tucker song So here's to all my sisters Out there keeping it country Let me give a big hell yeah From the redneck girls like me Hey!
Bona nit!
Fins demà!
Aquí seguim a través del Club del Country Salutacions ben cordials a càrrec de Rachel Corby Ha passat com si res el programa 2000 per tant retornem a la càrrega amb el 2001 i continuem recordant grans èxits de la història de la música country a l'any 2004 Tots els números 1 com aquesta cançó que escoltàvem a càrrec de la Gretchen Wilson el seu debut amb aquest Redneck Woman una cançó que va estar-se un total de 5 setmanes al número 1 Montgomery Gentry If you ever stop loving me
My old man's backhand used to land hard on the side of my head. I just learned to stay out of his way. There have been street fights, blue lights, long nights with the world sitting on my chest. It just showed me how much I could take.
Hard times bad luck Sometimes life sucks That's alright, I'm okay It ain't nothing but another day But only God knows where I'd be If you ever stop loving me The bank man, the boss man, the law man All trying to get their hands on me And I ain't even done a damn thing wrong
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
Only God knows where I'd be If you ever stopped loving me It ain't nothing but another day But only God knows where I'd be If you ever stopped loving me
La cançó de la Gretchen Wilson, el seu senzill de debut, escrita per ella mateixa amb John Rich, el tema If You Ever Stop Loving Me, de Bob DiPierro, Rivers & Rutherford i Chom Shapiro, interpretada per Montgomery Gentry des del seu àlbum You Do Your Thing, va ser-ne el primer senzill. Després d'aquesta cançó, una setmana al número 1, també una setmana a la primera posició per la cançó Whiskey Girl, que era la model Cambridge Summermill, de Pittsburgh,
que va estar per molts anys en gira amb en Xovic. Aquesta cançó l'escriure ell mateix amb l'Scotti Emmerich i pertanyia amb el seu àlbum Shocking You All, tercer i darrer senzill. Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans Tied on the top with a belly button ring A little tattoo Somewhere in between She only shows me
We're going out dancing She's ready tonight So damn good looking, boys It ain't even right And when the bartender Says for the lady What's it gonna be? I tell him, ma'am She ain't into wine and roses Beer just makes her turn up her nose And she can't stand without a sippin' chance
No cuervo gold margaritas Just ain't enough good burnin' tequila sheets Somethin' with a little more red and a little more plain She's my little whisky girl She's my little whisky girl Ragged on the edges, girl
Bébé, got a 69 Mustang, four on the floor, and you ought to hear the pipes ring. I jump behind a wheel, and it's away we go. Yeah, I drive too fast, but she don't care. Blue bandana tied all up in her hair, just sitting there, singing every song on the radio.
She's my little whiskey girl
She's my little whiskey girl, my racket on the edges girl.
Bona nit.
La cançó de Toby Keith, aquest Whiskey Girl, una setmana al número 3 setmanes, així va estar al mes de juliol del 2004, Live Like You Were Dying, aquesta balada preciosa que era el senzill d'avançament del seu vuitè àlbum del mateix nom, una cançó escrita per Tim Nichols i Craig Wiseman, Tim McGraw.
You said I was in my early forties With a lot of life before me When a moment came that stopped me on a dime I spent most of the next days Looking at the x-rays Talking about the options And talking about sweet time
I asked him when it sank in that this might really be the real end. How's it hit you when you get that kind of news? Man, what'd you do? And he said, I went skydiving. I went Rocky Mountain climbing. I went 2.7 seconds on a full name plane.
Fins demà!
Most the time I wasn't And I became a friend a friend would like to have And all of a sudden going fishing Wasn't such an imposition And I went three times that year I lost my dad Well I finally read the good book And I took a good long hard look At what I'd do if I could do it all again
I went skydiving, I went rocky mountain climbing, I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named Blue Manchu. And I looked deeper and I spoke sweeter and I gave forgiveness I've been denying. And he said, someday I hope you can
Fins demà!
I got diving, I went, Rocky Mountain climbing, I went, 2.7 seconds on a full name for Manchu. Man, I looked deeper and I spoke sweeter and I watched Amigo last night.
To live like you were dying To live like you were dying To live like you were dying
Segueixes el club del Country Programa 2001 que ens acostava a aquesta cançó de Tim McGraw. La següent peça que escoltarem una setmana al número 1, feia setmanes que no l'escoltàvem, és Reba McIntyre, amb la cançó Sembadi de Dave Berg, Sam Tate i Annie Tate. Mark Wills va ser el primer a registrar-la amb el seu òbam Love In Care Minute. Reba McIntyre la va fer segon senzill del seu òbam Room To Breathe.
Bona nit.
Cause maybe who you're looking for is Somebody in the next car Somebody on the morning train Somebody in the coffee shop That you walk right by everyday Somebody that you look at But never really see Somewhere out there Is somebody
It's that blue-eyed girl from two floors up
Fins demà!
Now they laugh about the moment that it happened A moment they'd both missed until that day When he saw his future in her eyes Instead of just another friendly face And he wonders why he searched so long
When she was always there At that diner waiting on Somebody in the next car Somebody on the morning train Somebody in the coffee shop That you walk right by every day Somebody that you look at But never really see Somewhere around
Is somebody else.
Setmanes sense escoltar-la la gran artista que és en Reba McIntyre i efectivament feia sis anys que no obtenia cap número a les 100 llistes la Reba McIntyre i des d'aquell duet o triet no hauríem de dir que ens va portar a terme
amb Brooks and Dan el 1998, If You See Him, If You See Her, també va devenir el seu 22è número 1. Aquest Somebody ens acostava a tots nosaltres i ara tocarà una cançó que ens va portar una excepcional cantant canadenca com és la Terry Clark. Abans, però, quatre setmanes més, el número 1 per fer-ne un total de 7 per al Live Like You Were Dying de Tim McGraw que recuperava la primera posició.
Girls Like To, Tim Nichols, Kelly Lovelace i Connie Harrington a la composició d'aquest tema, el senzill d'avançament de l'àlbum de grans èxits de la Terry Clark. So she can't go out tonight again, her sister's sick, she's gotta babysit, yeah that sounds like a pretty good excuse.
Fins demà!
We can't wait to hear about your round of golf. Love to see deer heads hanging
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Tota la música americana amb Rafael Corbí.
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
We think about tomorrow and it slips away Oh yes it does We talk about forever but we've only got today And the days go by
Fins demà!
Bona nit.
Days Go By és una cançó coescrita per Keith Urban al costat de Monty Powell, realitzada el 2004 com el primer senzill del seu àlbum anomenat Be Here, vas devenir el cinquè número 1 per al cantant australià.
Després de les quatre setmanes que es va estar aquesta cançó al número 1, descobríem una setmana al número 1, la cançó Sots in the Bucket, una cançó escrita per Billy Montana i Tammy Wagner i enregistrada per Sana Evans, tercer senzill del seu àlbum Restless. Va esdevenir el seu tercer número 1 i el primer des de Born to Fly del 2001. She was in the backyard saying it was a little past night when a prince pulled up
And that was all she wrote Her mama's heart was broke And that was all she wrote
So the story goes. Now her daddy's in the kitchen staring at the windows, scratching and rocking his brain. How could eighteen years just up and walk away? Our little ponytail girl grown up to be a woman. Now she's gone in a blink of an eye. She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hanging out on the line.
Now don't you wonder what the preacher's gonna preach about Sunday morn? Nothing quite like this has happened here before. Well, he must have been a looker, a smooth-talking son of a gun. You're such a grounded girl to just up and run.
Now all the biddies in the beauty shop, gossip going nonstop, sippin' on pink lemonade. How could eighteen years just up and walk away? Our little ponytail girl grown up to be a woman, now she's gone in a blink of an eye. She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hanging out on the line.
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hanging out on the line.
She was in the backyard saying it was a little past nine when her prince pulled up a white pickup truck. Plenty old enough and you can't stop love. No, you can't fence time and you can't stop love.
Estàs escoltant El Club del Country, amb Rafel Corbí. He was sitting there beside me, throwing doubles down. When he ordered up his third one, he looked around. Then he looked at me and said, I do believe.
I'll have one more He said I hate this bar And I hate to drink But on second thought Tonight I think I hate everything Then he opened up his billfold And threw a twenty down
And a faded photograph fell out and hit the ground And I picked it up He said, thank you, bud I put it in his hand He said, I probably ought to throw this one away Cause she's the reason I feel this way I hate everything
I hate my job And I hate my life And if it worked for my two kids I'd hate my ex-wife I know I should move on And try to start again But I just can't get over her Leaving me for him Then he shook his head And looked down at his ring And said, I hate everything
I said that one bedroom apartment where I get my mail is really not a home, it's more like a jail with a swimming pool and a parking lot view. Man, it's just great. I hate summer, winter, fall, and spring.
Red and yellow, purple, blue and green I hate everything
I hate my job And I hate my life And if it weren't for my two kids I'd hate my ex-wife I know I should move on And try to start again But I just can't get over her Leaving me for him And then he shook his head And looked down at his ring And said I hate everything
So I pulled out my phone and I called my house. I said, babe, I'm coming home. We're gonna work this out. I paid for his drinks and I told him thanks. Thanks for everything.
I Hate Everything és la cançó de Gary Harrison i Keith Stiegel que van registrar George Strait, va ser una de les cançons noves i senzill d'avançament del seu àlbum compilador anomenat Fifteen Number Ones, ens aportava. Aquesta cançó va estar-se dues setmanes al número 1, igual que aquest senzill de Phil Buzzer, escrita per ell mateix al costat de Craig Weissman, realitzada com a primer senzill d'àlbum Shakin'n Not Sterret in a Real Love.
Fins demà!
Thought a couple of left-hand rings would make everything alright. With a little bit of live, little bit of learn, little bit of watching a few more candles burn and finding out what life was. With a little bit of fuss, little bit of fight, little bit of kiss and making up all night and one day waking up. Oh.
I was 22, working double overtime. I was spending dollars and making dimes. We were overdrawn and barely hanging on. Then one night you came to me with tears in your eyes and an EPG and said, guess what? Yeah, baby, ready or not? I just smiled, but I was scared to death.
Fins demà!
Bona nit!
Yeah, baby, it's real love Yeah, it's real love, baby Yeah, it's real
Després del tema de Phil Vassar, una d'aquestes cançons que sempre coincideix amb les meves favorites. Dues setmanes a finals de novembre del 2004, el número 1 per aquest tema ha escrit per Ron Harding, Richie MacDonald i Dawn Freeman, que va ser enregistrada per Lone Star, segons senzill del seu cinquè àlbum d'estudi, Let's Be Us Again. Aquesta cançó és Mr. Mom i fins al moment és el terreny número 1 de la història de Lone Star.
Lost my job, came home mad Got a hug and a kiss and that's too bad She said, I can go to work until you find another job I thought, I like the sound of that Watch TV and take long naps Go from a hard-working dad to being Mr. Mom
Fins demà!
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
Bet tonight if the dog didn't eat the classifies I'm gonna look just one more time Cause Pampers mount in a Maytag dryer Crayons go up one drawer higher Rewind Barney for the 18th time Breakfast six, naps at nine There's bubblegum in the baby's hair Sweet potatoes in my lazy chair Been crazy all day long
Bona nit.
Ens acostem al final de 2004 on hi trobàvem el senzill Nothing Gone But Radio, dues setmanes al número 1 per iniciar el mes de desembre. Byron Hill, Odie Blackmon i Bryce Long a la composició d'aquest tema que va incloure Gary Allen al seu àlbum See If I Care i en va ser el tercer i darrer senzill. Vas devenir el seu tercer número 1 a les listes del Billboard Hot Country Songs. I sure do hope this is a long night
Cause I've never felt one so right Each look into your eyes I'm falling A little more and more Looks like we started us a fire Wrapped up in flames of desire With every touch they're burning higher Two shadows dancing on the walls
Bona nit.
We'll fall asleep here in the moonlight In tangled sheets we'll be here all night And when we wake up in the morning We might stay like this all day Two people meant to be together Two lovers dreaming of forever
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
És temps de country amb Rafel Corbí. Don't you remember the fish and a pepper?
At ten, two and four A fried bologna sandwich With mayo and tomato Sitting around the table Don't happen much anymore We've gotten too complicated It's all way overrated
Fins demà!
I miss back when I miss back when I loved my records Black and shiny vinyl Clicks and pops and white noise Man, they sounded fine I had my favorite stations
The ones that played them all Country, soul, rock and roll What happened to those times? I read street slang for dummies Cause they put pop in my country I want more for my money The way it was back then Back when a home was a home
When you said I'm down with that Well it meant you had the blue I miss back when I miss back when
I miss back when Give me a flat top for strumming I want a old worldly humming Oh, just keep it coming The way it was back then Back when I
Bona nit. Bona nit.
I miss back where? I miss back where?
Tancarem la paradeta de l'any 2004 amb aquesta cançó. Una setmana al número 1 per Back When. Senzilla, escrit per Stan Lynch, Stephanie Smith i Jeff Stevens. Enregistrada per Tim McGraw. Segons senzills el seu àlbum, Live Like You Were Dying. Per tancar l'any...
La darrera setmana del 2004 i les quatre primeres del 2005 va ser aquest senzill d'escrita per Rory Fink i el magnífic Paul Overstreet, enregistrada per Blake Shelton, segon senzill del seu àlbum Blake Shelton's Barn and Grill.
Fins demà!
There's a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair. Palm trees are growing and warm breezes blowing. I picture myself right there on some beach, somewhere.
Bona nit
There's nowhere to go and you got all day to get there. There's cold margaritas and hot senoritas, smiling with long dark hair on some beach, somewhere.
I said in that waiting room, it seemed like all afternoon The nurse finally said, doc's ready for you You're not gonna feel a thing, we'll give you some overcoat That tooth will be fine in a minute or two And he stuck that needle down deep in my gun And he started drilling before I was numb, son of a bitch
Somewhere, there's a beautiful sunset burning up the atmosphere. There's music and dancing and lovers romancing the soft evening air on some beach. Somewhere.
Some way.
Tanquem el programa del dia d'avui i ens quedarem el 29 de gener de 2005 amb la música de Darrell Worley, aquest senzill, escrit per ell mateix amb Harley Allen, produït per Frank Rogers i que va ser el senzill d'avançament del seu tercer treball discogràfic per aquell segill que va començar aleshores i que ens va portar alegries, tot i que no va durar gaire, Dreamworks, Nagil Basset.
el seu tercer i darrer número 1 a les llistes americanes. Awful, Beautiful Life, Daryl Worley. Fins la setmana que ve.
I love this crazy tragic, sometimes almost magic, awful beautiful life.
Bona nit.
My little brother had a big fight with his wife, and my poor mother sat between them both all night. I love this crazy tragic, sometimes almost magic, awful beautiful life.
We said a prayer for Cousin Michael in Iraq We're all aware that he may never make it back We talked about the way we missed his stupid jokes And how he loved to be a soldier more than more I laid in bed that night and thought about the day And how my life was like a rollercoaster ride
Ups and downs and crazy turns along the way It'll throw you off if you don't hold on tight You can't really smile until you shed some tears I could die today or I might live on for years I love this crazy tragic Sometimes almost magic Awful beautiful life
I love this crazy tragic Sometimes almost magic Awful beautiful life Alright It's a beautiful life
Fins demà!