Fresh Horses Album

Artist(s): Garth Brooks

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Garth Brooks Fresh Horses Cover Art

Tracklist

The Old Stuff

length: 4:12
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger and Gordon Kennedy
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
background vocals: Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood
writer: Bryan Kennedy, Dan Roberts, Garth Brooks

Oh I said a little prayer tonight before I came on stage
I came walking past the drivers and the locals on the union wage
I asked the good lord up in heaven, let me treat the music right
Then I prayed that Detroit goes wild tonight

Seven pickers and all our gear in a rental van
Playing music, never sleeping and working on a neon tan
We played the barn down in Sanford, Florida
For Bev Roberts out in Camden Park
We plugged it in up east at Bull Run and the place went dark

Back when the old stuff was new
Back before the buses and the hard working boys in the crew
Well it was one big party but the business called it payin' our dues
Back when the old stuff was new

Oh the stories we could tell if it weren't for the code of the road
About the buckboard bear creek cowboys and the grizzly rose
You know the weather turned bad in Scottsdale
A tornado nearly stole the show
But we just danced in the rain and listened to the thunder roll

Back when the old stuff was new
Hats off to the KC, Opry and the Ella gurus
It was one big party, Uncle Joe you know we owe it to you
Back when the old stuff was new

No rules, young fools, comin' from the old school
Taking on the world alone
Next date, can't wait, tearing up the interstate
Every place we played was home
Balls out, no doubt this is what it's all about
Beggin' for a place to play
Swingin' with our low friends, prayin' that it never ends
Wouldn't trade a single day

Back when the old stuff was new
Back before the buses and the hard workin' boys in the crew
It was one big party, but the papers called it payin' our dues
Back when the old stuff was new

Hey it's still one big party
You can call it whatever you choose
You make me feel like the old stuff is new

Cowboys and Angels

length: 3:17
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
background vocals: Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood
writer: Garth Brooks, Kent Blazy, Kim Williams
On the eighth day God noticed a problem
For there below Him stood a cowboy alone
Stubborn and proud, reckless and loud
God knew he'd never make it on his own
So God looked out all over creation
And listened as that cowboy prayed
God took passion and thunder
Patience and wonder then He sent down
The best thing that God ever made

Cowboys and angels leather and lace
Salt of the earth meets heavenly grace
Cowboys and angels tested and tried
It's a long way to heaven
And one hell of a ride

Nothin's changed since the dawn of creation
For you will find them together today
And only heaven above them knows why she loves him
But he must be the reason she don't fly away

Cowboys and angels leather and lace
Salt of the earth meets heavenly grace
Cowboys and angels tested and tried
It's a long way to heaven
And one hell of a ride
It's a long way to heaven
And one hell of a ride

The Fever

length: 2:41
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger and Gordon Kennedy
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
percussion: Milton Sledge
fiddle: Rob Hajacos and Jimmy Mattingly
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
background vocals: Garth Brooks
writer: Bryan Kennedy, Dan Roberts, Joe Perry, Steven Tyler
He's got a split finger wrap
And his rope's pulled way too tight
He's got a lunatic smile
'Cause he's really drawn deep tonight

He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Grab a hold-a anythin' and hold on tight
It hits you like a venom from a rattlesnake bite
We're all here 'cause he's not all there tonight

He takes one last breath
And time turns inside out
Then the gate busts open
To the world he dreams about

He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Stick a rope on anything ?cause he don't care
He'd even take a ride in an electric chair
We're all here 'cause he's not all there tonight

He says it's really kind of simple
Keep your mind in the middle
While your butt spins 'round and 'round
Take heed to Sankey's preachin'
Keep liftin' and reachin'
And ridin' like there ain't no clowns

What he loves might kill him
But he's got no choice
He's a different breed
With a voice down deep inside
That's screamin' he was born to ride

He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Fever makes you crazy 'cause it makes no sense
Like runnin' from your shadow out of self-defense
But he won't run and baby he can't hide
He thinks the odds are even leavin' one hand tied
He gets so tired of hangin' on so tight
I know you think he's crazy, well I think you're right
We're all here 'cause he's not all there
That's right!

That Ol’ Wind

length: 5:23
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Leigh Reynolds and Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
strings: Kristin Wilkinson, Nashville String Machine, Mary Kathryn van Osdale, Gary Vanosdale, Bob Mason, David Angell, John Catchings, David Davidson, Conni Ellisor, Carl Gorodetzky, Jim Grosjean, Lee Larrison, Pam Sixfin, Alan Umstead and Cathy Umstead
strings arranger: Charles Cochran
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
writer: Garth Brooks, Leigh Reynolds
She dropped her boy at school on time
One less worry on her mind
Now it's off to work and on the radio
Come's an old familiar song
And then the D.J.'s voice comes on
And say's he's back in town tonight for one last show.

Her eyes well up with tears
God could it be it's been ten years
Since that Autumn night outside the county fair
When two strangers shared a night
And in the darkness found a light
That to this day is still alive and burning there.

He asked her twice to come along
They said good-bye at the break of dawn
'Cause you can't hold back the wind
If it's meant to be again
Then someday he'll find his way back to her arms.

The marquee misspelled his name
And not too many people came
But that didn't matter to them
They laughed and loved all through the night
And as they faced the morning light
They found themselves standing there again.

And he asked her twice to come along
They said good-bye at the break of dawn
As his bus left out she cried
With him standing by her side
That ol' wind had once again found it's way home.
Someday he'll tell her about the money he hid
And someday she'll tell him that the boy is his kid.
But for right now they're both in love
The only thing they're thinkin' of
Is that they're finally where their hearts have always been.

Rollin’

length: 4:05
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
background vocals: Trisha Yearwood and Garth Brooks
writer: Garth Brooks, Leigh Reynolds, Harley Allen
She was born to a mother trucker
Raised behind the wheel
So you can blame it on the highway
For the way she can't sit still
She says life is like a windshield
It ain't no rear view mirror
The only way to get where you're goin'
Is find that higher gear
And keep it

Rollin'
Life's gonna run you over if you don't get goin'
She said I want to fell the earth move under me
Movin' with the motion of a melody
Oh I get the blues if the rhythm ain't got no soul
You got to keep it
Rollin'

Well I knew that I was in trouble
When she told me that talk was cheap
Said if you're tired get on the sofa
'Cause the bed's no place to sleep
Then she reached down and she kissed
Lord it knocked me to my knees
And I knew if I was gonna get naked
I was gonna have to roll up my sleeves
And keep it

Rollin'
Love was gonna run me over if I didn't get it goin'
She said I want to feel the earth move under me
Movin' with the motion of a melody
Boy I get the blues if the rhythm ain't got no soul
You got to keep it
Rollin'

So I talked her into gettin' married
But she wouldn't hang up her wheels
I was afraid I'd take a back seat
To the way the highway feels
But each day she's pullin' over
More than she used to
She knows love is like the highway
The main thing you gotta do
Is keep it

Rollin'
Life's gonna run you over if you don't get goin'
She said I want to fell the earth move under me
Movin' with the motion of a melody
Oh I get the blues if the rhythm ain't got no soul
You got to keep it
Rollin'
Life's gonna run you over if you don't get goin'
She said I want to fell the earth move under me
Movin' with the motion of a melody
Oh I get the blues if the rhythm ain't got no soul
You got to keep it
Rollin'

The Change

length: 4:07
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
strings: Kristin Wilkinson, Nashville String Machine, Mary Kathryn van Osdale, Gary Vanosdale, Bob Mason, David Angell, John Catchings, David Davidson, Conni Ellisor, Carl Gorodetzky, Jim Grosjean, Lee Larrison, Pam Sixfin, Alan Umstead and Cathy Umstead
strings arranger: Charles Cochran
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
writer: Tony Arata, Wayne Tester
One hand reaches out
And pulls a lost soul from harm
While a thousand more go unspoken for
And they say,
"What good have you done by saving just this one"
"It's like whispering a prayer
In the fury of a storm"

And I hear them saying,
"You'll never change things.
And no matter what you do
It's still the same thing"
But it's not the world that I am changing
I do this so, this world will know
That it will not change me

This heart still believes
That love and mercy still exist
While all the hatreds rage
And so many say
"That love is all but pointless,
in madness such as this."
"It's like trying to stop a fire
with the moisture of a kiss."

And I hear them saying,
"You'll never change things.
And no matter what you do
It's still the same thing"
But it's not the world that I am changing
I do this so, this world will know
That it will not change me

As long long as one heart still holds on
Then hope is never really gone

And I hear them saying,
"You'll never change things.
And no matter what you do
It's still the same thing"
But it's not the world that I am changing
I do this so, this world we know
That it will not change me

What I do is so, this world will know
That it will not change me

The Beaches of Cheyenne

length: 4:14
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
background vocals: Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood
writer: Bryan Kennedy, Dan Roberts, Garth Brooks
They packed up all his buckles and shipped his saddle to his dad
And by the way the house looked, she must have took it bad
The workers come on Monday to fix the door and patch the wall
They say she just went crazy the night she got the call

He was up in Wyoming and drew a bull no man could ride
He promised her he'd turn own well it turned out that he lied
And the dreams that they'd been living in the California sand
Died right there beside him in Cheyenne

They say she just went crazy screamin' out his name
She ran out into the ocean and to this day they claim
That if you go down by the water you'll see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

They never found her body, just her diary by the bed
It told about the fight they had and the words that she had said
When he told her he was ridin' she said, 'Then I don't give a damn
If you never come back from Cheyenne?

They say she just went crazy screamin' out his name
She ran out into the ocean and to this day they claim
That if you go down by the water you'll see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

Nobody can explain it, some say she's still alive
They'd even claim they've seen her on the shoreline late at night
And if you go down by the water, you'll see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

It’s Midnight Cinderella

length: 2:23
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
background vocals: Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood
writer: Garth Brooks, Kent Blazy, Kim Williams
It's midnight Cinderella
But don't you worry none
'Cause I'm Peter, Peter the Pumpkin Eater
And the party has just begun

I guess you're prince charming
Wasn't after all
'Cause he sure seemed different right after the ball
I guess that more than horses
Are turnin' into rats
And by the way he's walkin'
I can guess where your slippers at

[Chorus]
It's midnight Cinderella
Time that you should know
There's gonna be some changes in the way this story goes
It's midnight Cinderella
But don't you worry none
'Cause I'm Peter, Peter the pumpkin eater
And the party has just begun

I'm gonna help you get over
Bein' under that spell
You're gonna learn to love midnight
Inside this pumpkin shell
I gotta few new magic tricks
Your Godmother can't do
And I'll show you want it means to bip, bip, bip, bip, boppity, boo hoo

[Chorus]

She’s Every Woman

length: 2:54
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
percussion: Sam Bacco
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
background vocals: Garth Brooks and Susan Ashton
writer: Garth Brooks, Victoria Shaw
She's sun and rain, she's fire and ice
A little crazy but it's nice
And when she gets mad, you best leave her alone
'Cause she'll rage just like a river
Then she'll beg you to forgive her
She's every woman that I've ever known

She's so New York and then L.A.
And every town along the way
She's every place that I've never been
She's making love on rainy nights
She's a stroll through Christmas lights
And she's everything I want to do again

It needs no explanation
'Cause it all makes perfect sense
When it comes down to temptation
She's on both sides of the fence

No it needs no explanation
'Cause it all makes perfect sense
When it comes down to temptation
She's on both sides of the fence

She's anything but typical
She's so unpredictable
Oh but even at her worst she ain't that bad
She's as real as real can be
And she's every fantasy
Lord she's every lover that I've ever had
And she's every lover that I've never had

Ireland

length: 5:02
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
percussion: Milton Sledge
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
hurdy gurdy: Ed Foote
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
writer: Garth Brooks, Jenny Yates, Stephanie Davis
They say mother earth is breathing
With each wave that finds the shore
Her soul rises in the evening
For to open twilights door
Her eyes are the stars in heaven
Watching o’er us all the while
And her heart it is in ireland
Deep within the emerald isle.

We are forty against hundreds
In someone elses bloody war
We know not why were fighting
Or what we’re dying for
They will storm us in the morning
When the sunlight turns to sky
Death is waiting for it’s dance now
Fate has sentenced us to die.

(chorus)
Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone.
I am reaching out won’t you take my hand
I’m coming home ireland.

Oh the captain he lay bleeding
I can hear him calling me
These men are yours now for the leading
Show them to their destiny
And as I look up all around me
I see the ragged tired and torn
I tell them to make ready
’cause we’re not waiting for the morn.

*chorus*
Now the fog is deep and heavy
As we forge the dark and fear
We can hear their horses breathing
As in silence we draw near
There are no words to be spoken
Just a look to say good-bye
I draw a breath and night is broken
As I scream our battle cry.

*chorus*
I am home ireland