Sing along with Native! Yee Haw!

As I’ve gone through the Native mixes for the Exhale On Spring Street album, I’ve been struck by how closely we hewed to the plan for the album. The songs we chose all made it to the released version, and there are very few notable outtakes.

What we *do* have, however, is the opportunity to eventually put out a hi-res version of Exhale, and include some bonus remixes done by engineer Craig Randall, and myself, @davenav – your humble blogger (and someone who would love to have you follow my twitter account).

But, there is one item left from the Exhale sessions that we at Native Central would like to share, and it’s pretty unique.

For some reason, we did what’s called a TV Mix – meant to be used if the band appeared on a television show, but had to play to a backing track. In cases like this, there usually was a live vocal, with everything else canned.

We never used it, nor do we know why we chose this particular song, nor do I think we would have mimed to a backing track anyway. But, we made this mix, and now you can sing along with the lyrics below. Karaoke!

Pendleton Roundup TV MIx

It’s the Pendleton Roundup
It’s as good as it gets
Biggest little town in the
Whole Northwest
You might get your picture
In the Police Gazette
Steer ropin’, saddle-bronc,
Ridin’ events

Well, Bob Fletcher’s Famous
Mounted Roundup Band
Will introduce the entrance
Of the Indians
And all the cowboys competing
In the main event
Will ride, rope, and brand
For the championship

Well, it’s the Pendleton Roundup
It’s as good as it gets
Biggest little town in the
Whole Northwest
You might get your picture
In the Police Gazette
Steer ropin’, saddle-bronc,
Ridin’ events

We drew for mounts
And I drew Cul-de-sac
No one’d ever stayed
On the old hoss’s back
With the reins in my left
And my hat in my right
I hoped I hadn’t cinched
That saddle too tight

Well, it’s the Pendleton Roundup
It’s as good as it gets
Biggest little town in the
Whole Northwest
You might get your picture
In the Police Gazette
Steer ropin’, saddle-bronc,
Ridin’ events

It’s the Pendleton Roundup
It’s the Pendleton Roundup
It’s the Pendleton Roundup
A little thing called a rodeo

(Guitar solo)

I smiled at the judges
And the snubbing crew
As he hit the ground hard
And turned like a screw
‘Tween me and that hoss
There was lots of sunshine
Then a straight-a-way
Followed by a High kick behind

Their mouths were hung open
When they saw Cul-de-sac
Canter to a stop as
I stepped from his back
And all the cowboys knew
If I was still on my feet
That Yakima Canutt would be
The rider to beat

Well, it’s the Pendleton Roundup
It’s as good as it gets
Biggest little town in the
Whole Northwest
You might get your picture
In the Police Gazette
Steer ropin’, saddle-bronc,
Ridin’ events

It’s the Pendleton Roundup (x6)

A little thing called a rodeo

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