The Chase Album

Artist(s): Garth Brooks

Tracklist

We Shall Be Free

length: 3:48
producer: Allen Reynolds
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
background vocals: Yvonne Hodges, Donna McElroy, Vicki Hampton, Debbie Nims, Gary Chapman, Howard Smith and Johnny Cobb
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
percussion: Milton Sledge
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Richard Aspinwall
assistant recording engineer: Richard Aspinwall
writer: Stephanie Davis, Garth Brooks

This ain't comin' from no prophet,
Just an ordinary man.
When I close my eyes,
I see the way this world shall be
When we all walk hand in hand.
When the last child cries for a crust of bread,
When the last man dies for just words that he said,
When there's shelter over the poorest head,
We shall be free.
When the last thing we notice is the color of the skin,
And the first thing we look for is the beauty within;
When the skies and the oceans are clean again,
Then we shall be free.
We shall be free, we shall be free.
Stand straight, walk proud,
'Cause we shall be free.
When we're free to love anyone we choose,
When this world's big enough for all different views,
When we all can worship from our own kind of pew,
Then we shall be free.
We shall be free, we shall be free
Have a little faith, hold out,
'Cause we shall be free.
And when money talks for the very last time,
And nobody walks a step behind;
When there's only one race,
And that's mankind, then we shall be free.
We shall be free ,we shall be free
Stand straight, (walk proud,)
Have a little faith, (hold out;)
We shall be free.
We shall be free, we shall be free,
(Stand straight,) stand straight,
(Have a little faith,) walk proud,
'Cause we shall be free.

Somewhere Other Than the Night

length: 3:13
producer: Allen Reynolds
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
strings: Ted Madsen, Lee Larrison, Carl Gorodetzky, Conni Ellisor, David Davidson, John Catchings, Nashville String Machine, Bob Mason, Kristin Wilkinson, Gary Vanosdale, Alan Umstead, Christian Teal, Pam Sixfin, Craig Nelson and Laura S. Molyneaux
strings arranger: Charles Cochran
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Richard Aspinwall
assistant recording engineer: Richard Aspinwall
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
writer: Kent Blazy, Garth Brooks
He could see the storm clouds rollin' across the hill
He barely beat the rain in from the field
And between the backdoor slammin' she heard him say
"Damn this rain and damn this wasted day"
But she'd been waitin' for this day for oh so long
She was standin' in the kitchen with nothin' but her apron on
And in disbelief he stood and he stared a while
When their eyes met, they both began to smile

Somewhere other than the night
She needs to hear I love you
Somewhere other than the night
She needs to know you care
She wants to know she's needed
She needs to be held tight
Somewhere other than the night

They spent the day wrapped up in a blanket
On the front porch swing
He'd come to realize he'd neglected certain things
And there are times she feels alone even by his side
It was the first time she ever saw him cry

Somewhere other than the night
She needs to hear I love you
Somewhere other than the night
She needs to know you care
She wants to know she's needed
She needs to be held tight
Somewhere other than the night

To know she's needed
She needs to be held tight
Somewhere other than the night

Mr. Right

length: 2:02
producer: Allen Reynolds
piano: Bobby Wood
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Richard Aspinwall
assistant recording engineer: Richard Aspinwall
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
composer: Garth Brooks
lyricist: Garth Brooks
I can tell by the way you been turnin men down
Not your ordinary guy is gonna do
Youve been waitin for that someone
Who can turn your head around
Well now honey, I'm that special one for you

(chorus)
There must be a million fish out in that ocean
So you must find the one thats right for you somehow
Well its up to you Im here for years
Or till the night time disappears
Im Mr. Right or Mr. Right now

And if you choose to be my wife
I would love you all my life
I'd do everything your precious heart allowed
Or we could make love love all night long
And in the morning I'd be gone
I'm Mr. Right or Mr. Right now

(chorus)
I'm Mr. Right forever or just until whenever
Mr. Right or Mr. Right now

Every Now and Then

length: 4:17
producer: Allen Reynolds
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
background vocals: Garth Brooks
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Richard Aspinwall
assistant recording engineer: Richard Aspinwall
writer: Buddy Mondlock, Garth Brooks
I walked down to the park last night
Warm breeze stirring up a soft moonlight
And my mind started drifting to way back when
Yes I do think about you every now and then

The other day I saw a car like you used to drive
I got a funny feeling down deep inside
And for the briefest moment I felt a smile begin
Yes I do think about you every now and then

[Chorus]
I love my life and I've never trade
Between what you and me had and the life I've made
She's here and she's real, but you were too
and every once in a while I think about you

I heard a song on the radio just yesterday
The same one you always asked me to play
And when the song was over
I wished they played it again
Yes I do think about you every now and then

[Chorus]

I've been layin' here all night listenin' to the rain
Talkin' to my heart and trying to explain
Why sometimes I catch myself
Wondering what might have been
Yes I do think about you every now and then
Every now and then
Every now and then

Walking After Midnight

length: 2:34
producer: Allen Reynolds
piano: Bobby Wood
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Richard Aspinwall
assistant recording engineer: Richard Aspinwall
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
composer: Alan Block, Don Hecht
lyricist: Don Hecht
I go out walkin' after midnight
Out in the starlight
Just like we used to do
I'm always walkin' after midnight
Searching for you
I walk for miles along the highway
Well, that's just my way
Of sayin' I love you
I'm always walkin' after midnight
Searchin' for you
I stop to see a weeping willow
Cryin' on his pillow
Maybe he's cryin' for me
And as the skies turn gloomy
Night winds whisper to me
I'm as lonesome as I can be
I go out walkin' after midnight
Out in the moonlight
Just a-hopin you may be
Somewhere a-walkin' after midnight
Searchin' for me
I stop to see a weeping willow
Cryin' on his pillow
Maybe he's cryin' for me
And as the skies turn gloomy
Night winds whisper to me
I'm as lonesome as I can be
I go out walkin' after midnight
Out in the moonlight
Just a-hopin you may be
Somewhere a-walkin' after midnight
Searchin' for me
I go out walkin' after midnight
Searchin' for you

Dixie Chicken

length: 4:26
producer: Allen Reynolds
piano: Bobby Wood
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
background vocals: Trisha Yearwood, Debbie Nims, Yvonne Hodges, Vicki Hampton and Donna McElroy
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
lap steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
assistant mixer: Richard Aspinwall
assistant recording engineer: Richard Aspinwall
writer: Lowell George, Fred Martin
I seen the bright lights of memphis
And the commodore hotel
And it was there beneath a streetlamp
Where I met a southern belle
Well she took me to the river
Where she cast her spell
And it was neath that memphis moonlight
She sang this song so well

(chorus)
If youll be my dixie chicken
Ill be your tennesee lamb
And we can walk together
Down in dixie land
Down in dixie land

We hit all the hotspots
My money flowed like wine
Till the lowdown southern whiskey
Began to fog my mind
Well I don’t remember church bells
Or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk
At the house on the edge of town
Now but boy do I remember
The strain of her refrain
And the nights we spent together
And the way she called my name

(chorus)
Its been a year since she ran away
Guess that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
He was always handy with a song
Then one night in the lobby
Of the commodore hotel
I by chance met a bartender
Who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a drink
He bagan to hum a song
And all the boys there at the bar
Began to sing along

(chorus twice)

Learning to Live Again

length: 4:06
producer: Allen Reynolds
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
strings: Alan Umstead, Gary Vanosdale, David Davidson, John Catchings, Nashville String Machine, Kristin Wilkinson, Carl Gorodetzky, Lee Larrison, Ted Madsen, Laura S. Molyneaux, Craig Nelson, Pam Sixfin, Christian Teal, Bob Mason and Conni Ellisor
strings arranger: Charles Cochran
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Richard Aspinwall
assistant recording engineer: Richard Aspinwall
writer: Don Schlitz, Stephanie Davis
I burned my hand, I cut my face
Heaven knows how long it's been
Since I've felt so out of place
I'm wonderin' if I'll fit in

Debbie and Charley said they'd be here by nine
And Deb said she might bring a friend
Just my luck, they're right on time
So here I go again

I'm gonna smile my best smile
And I'm gonna laugh like it's going out of style
Look into her eyes and pray that she don't see
That learning to live again is killing me

Little cafe, table for four
But there's just conversation for three
I like the way she let me get the door
I wonder what she thinks of me

Debbie just whispered, "You're doin' fine"
And I wish that I felt the same
She's asked me to dance, now her hand's in mine
Oh, my god, I've forgotten her name

But I'm gonna smile my best smile
And I'm gonna laugh like it's going out of style
Look into her eyes and pray that she don't see
That learning to live again is killing me

Now here we are beneath her porch light
And I say what a great time it's been
A kiss on the cheek, a whisper goodnight
And I say, "can I see you again"

And she just smiles her best smile
And she laughs like it's going out of style
Looks into my eyes and says, "We'll see"
Oh this learning to live again is killing me
God this learning to live again is killing me

That Summer

length: 4:47
producer: Allen Reynolds
vocal: Trisha Yearwood
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Richard Aspinwall
assistant recording engineer: Richard Aspinwall
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
writer: Pat Alger, Sandy Mahl, Garth Brooks
I went to work for her that summer 
A teenage kid so far from home 
She was a lonely widow woman 
Hell bent to make it on her own 
We were a thousand miles from nowhere 
Wheat fields as far as I could see 
Both needing something from each other 
Not knowing yet what that might be 
'Til she came to me one evening 
Hot cup of coffee and a smile 
In a dress that I was certain 

She hadn't worn in quite a while 
There was a difference in her laughter 
There was a softness in her eyes 
And on the air there was a hunger 
Even a boy could recognize 

She had a need to feel the thunder 
To chase the lightning from the sky 
To watch a storm with all its wonder 
Raging in her lover's eyes 
She had to ride the heat of passion 
Like a comet burning bright 
Rushing headlong in the wind 
Out where only dreams have been 
Burning both ends of the night
 
That summer wind was all around me 
Nothing between us but the night 
When I told her that I'd never 
She softly whispered "That's alright" 
And then I watched her hands of leather 
Turn to velvet in a touch 
There's never been another summer 
When I have ever learned so much 

We had a need to feel the thunder 
To chase the lightning from the sky 
To watch a storm with all its wonder 
Raging in each other's eyes 
We had to ride the heat of passion 
Like a comet burning bright 
Rushing headlong in the wind 
Out where only dreams have been 
Burning both ends of the night 

I often think about that summer 
The sweat, the moonlight and the lace 
And I have rarely held another 
When I haven't seen her face 
And every time I pass a wheat field 
And watch it dancing with the wind 
Although I know it isn't real 
I swear inside I feel 
Her hungry arms again 

She had a need to feel the thunder 
To chase the lightning from the sky 
To watch a storm with all its wonder 
Raging in her lover's eyes 
She had to ride the heat of passion 
Like a comet burning bright 
Rushing headlong in the wind 
Out where only dreams have been 
Burning both ends of the night 
Rushing in long in the wind 
Out where only dreams have been 
Burnin' both ends of the night

Thanks to Michael Underwood for the correction

Night Rider’s Lament

length: 4:06
producer: Allen Reynolds
vocal: Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Richard Aspinwall
assistant recording engineer: Richard Aspinwall
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
composer: Michael Burton
lyricist: Michael Burton
One night when I was out ridin'
The graveyard shift, midnight till dawn
The moon was bright, as a readin' light
With a letter from an old friend back home

And he asked me, "Why do you ride for your money? Tell me, why do you rope for short pay?
You ain't a gettin' nowhere and you're losin' your share.
Boy, you must have gone crazy out there."

He said, "Last night, I ran on to Jenny. She's married and she has a good life.
Boy, you sure missed the track, when you never came back.
She's the perfect professional's wife.
And she asked me, 'Why does he ride for his money? Tell me, why does he rope for short pay?
He ain't a gettin' nowhere, and he's losin' his share.
Boy, he must have gone crazy out there.' "

Ah, but they've never seen the Northern Lights
They've never seen a hawk on the wing
They've never spent spring at the Great Divide
And they've never heard ole Camp Cookie sing

So I read up the last of my letter
And I tore off the stamp for Black Jim
And when Billy rode up to relieve me
He just looked at my letter and he grinned

And he said, "Now why do they ride for their money? Tell me, why do they ride for short pay?
They ain't a gettin' nowhere and they're losin' their share
Boy, they must have gone crazy out there
Son, they all must be crazy out there."

Face to Face

length: 4:25
producer: Allen Reynolds
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
percussion: Milton Sledge
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Richard Aspinwall
assistant recording engineer: Richard Aspinwall
composer: Tony Arata
lyricist: Tony Arata
There was a bad boy in the school yard
Waited on you every day
Seemed like every time you turned around
Well he was standin' in your way

Well he broke your glasses
The girls all laughed
As he pushed you to the floor
But then you stood up one day knowin'

You couldn't stand it anymore
And your gentle hand was finally clenched in rage
You were face to face

Face to face with the devil that you've been dreadin'
Eye to eye finally has arrived
But bad as it was, well now brother wasn't it better
Dealin' with him face to face

Your date showed up with flowers
And you thought your dreams had come
But with every passing hour
You felt it come undone

Then the night exploded and you begged him no
But he forever changed your life
And now he waits a judge and jury
Thinkin' you'll break down inside

And with a finger you can put his fists away
And you're face to face

Face to face with the devil that you've been dreadin'
Eye to eye finally has arrived
But bad as it was, well little sister wasn't it better
Dealin' with him face to face

'Cause it'll never go away
Until the fear that you are runnin' from is finally embraced

Drivin' by the grave yard
On a wicked winter's eve
And you're wonderin' why a man of faith
Is whistlin' nervously

Then you stop the car
And you hold your heart
'Cause you finally realize
Hell, the devil ain't in the darkness

He's a'rattlin' 'round inside
And with folded hands you truly start to pray
And you're face to face

Face to face with the devil that you've been dreadin'
Eye to eye finally has arrived
But bad as it was, well now brother wasn't it better
Dealin' with him face to face

'Cause it'll never go away
Until the fear that you are runnin' from is finally embraced
Face to face