Southern Colored Rooster

COUNTRY ROCK

Where I found the songs I thought had died Donde encontré las canciones que creí habían muerto

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MusicMúsica

AlbumsÁlbumes

Campfire Stories

“Campfire Stories” will be our debut album. It is an album built around one of the oldest traditions in country music. Telling stories with a guitar in your hands. Each song feels like a tale that could be shared around a campfire, among friends, under the open sky. "Campfire Stories" será nuestro álbum debut. Es un álbum construido alrededor de una de las tradiciones más antiguas de la música country. Contar historias con una guitarra en las manos. Cada canción se siente como un cuento que podría compartirse alrededor de una fogata, entre amigos, bajo el cielo abierto.

The record brings together stories of life, characters, loss, redemption, and second chances. Blending country and southern rock with the spirit of classic rock, “Campfire Stories” aims to capture songs that feel lived in, the kind of stories that sound true the moment you hear them. El disco reúne historias de vida, personajes, pérdida, redención y segundas oportunidades. Mezclando el country y el rock sureño con el espíritu del rock clásico, "Campfire Stories" busca capturar canciones que se sienten vividas, el tipo de historias que suenan ciertas en el momento en que las escuchas.

TracklistLista de Canciones

We've got a long night ahead, and a lot of stories to share. Let's start with a fella who never quite fit in the mold... not your typical country boy maybe. But he has the heart of a cowboy. It's time to grab my hat and PUT MY BOOTS ON.

Verse 1I wasn't born in the land of the free, But I've got the soul of a man who roams wild and free, No southern drawl, no dirt road in my past, But I've got a fire that's meant to last. ChorusI am not your typical country boy, But I have the heart of a cowboy. It's time to grab my hat and put my boots on (boots on!), I'll stand tall, an outlaw at dawn. I'm breaking the chains of the Nashville sound, Bringing back the grit, where real men are found. Verse 2Country ain't about the boots you wear, Or the way you tip your hat with flair, It's about the struggle, the blood, the tears, The songs that echo through the years. Verse 3Where's the rebel spirit, where's the fight? Country used to be the sound of the night, Now it's all shine and no dirt in the gears, But I'll bring back the truth, and silence these fears. ChorusI am not your typical country boy, But I have the heart of a cowboy. It's time to grab my hat and put my boots on (boots on!), I'll stand tall, an outlaw at dawn. I'm breaking the chains of the Nashville sound, Bringing back the grit, where real men are found. Guitar SoloChorusI am not your typical country boy, But I have the heart of a cowboy. It's time to grab my hat and put my boots on (boots on!), I'll stand tall, an outlaw at dawn. I'm breaking the chains of the Nashville sound, Bringing back the grit, where real men are found. OutroWhere real men are found! I'm putting my boots on!

Verse 1 I’ve been walking down these broken roads Kicking up the dust where nothing grows A place full of melodies buried in the past Waiting for a voice and a steady hand I hear ‘em whispering in the wind Old stories ready to begin again Rusty strings and faded lines Just waiting for me to bring ‘em back to life Chorus The southern colored rooster calls me home I pulled him from the wreckage, gave him a soul From the scraps and the pieces, I’ll make him whole Let his music rise and speak to my soul The southern colored rooster buried deep inside That’s where I found the songs I thought had died Verse 2 I’ve sifted through the ruins of my past Trying to make the good times last These notes were scattered, tossed aside But I knew someday they’d come aliveNow I’m digging through the rust and dirt Finding something real in every hurt I got a pile of dreams I still can build From that rust, I rise rebuilt Chorus The southern colored rooster calls me home I pulled him from the wreckage, gave him a soul From the scraps and the pieces, I’ll make him whole Let his music rise and speak to my soul The southern colored rooster buried deep inside That’s where I found the songs I thought had died Bridge Every scar’s a story, every scratch a tune Underneath the wreckage, there’s room to bloom With every chord I play, I bring it back A symphony from the railroad track Chorus The southern colored rooster calls me home I pulled him from the wreckage, gave him a soul From the scraps and the pieces, I’ll make him whole Let his music rise and speak to my soul The southern colored rooster buried deep inside That’s where I found the songs I thought had died

Verse 1The jukebox hums like an old friend tonight It knows every wrong I've tried to make right From the barstool confessions to lonesome refrains This six-string's my witness to joy and to pain Pre-ChorusI've walked the line between sinner and saint Wrote down my struggles with whiskey and faith ChorusI'm living in an old country song Every heartbreak and loss keeps me hangin' on With a melody made of the nights I was strong And the verses that tell me where I went wrong Yeah, I'm living in an old country song Verse 2The neon lights shine like stars on my stage But the spotlight can't cover the cracks in my cage I've traded the high life for stories to tell Of the loves that I've lost and the wars with myself Pre-ChorusI've walked the line between sinner and saint Wrote down my struggles with whiskey and faith ChorusI'm living in an old country song Every heartbreak and loss keeps me hangin' on With a melody made of the nights I was strong And the verses that tell me where I went wrong I'm living in an old country song BridgeSome call it sorrow, some call it grace I call it home when I'm lost in this place ChorusI'm living in an old country song Every heartbreak and loss keeps me hangin' on With a melody made of the nights I was strong And the verses that tell me where I went wrong I'm living in an old country song

Verse 1 I used to walk on eggshells, bite my tongue Dressed like you liked, played it safe, played it dumb Tried to be the man you wanted me to be But somewhere in the mirror, I lost sight of me Chorus It's me again, boots on, heart wide open Got my fire back, yeah, I'm done with hopin' No more second-guessin' , no more yes-ma’am Took my life back, now I don’t give a damn Ain't lookin' back, don't miss the pain Hell yeah, it's good to be me again Verse 2 Gave up my dreams, let 'em gather dust You called the shots and I just gave up trust Lost all of me, and you lose me Now I know real love don't come with a lease Chorus It's me again, boots on, heart wide open Got my fire back, yeah, I'm done with hopin' No more second-guessin' , no more yes-ma’am Took my life back, now I don’t give a damn Ain't lookin' back, don't miss the pain Hell yeah, it's good to be me again Bridge No more shadows, no more chains No more standin' in the pourin' rain I ain't waitin' for a call that won't come I'm already gone, I'm already done Chorus It's me again, boots on, heart wide open Got my fire back, yeah, I'm done with hopin' No more second-guessin' , no more yes-ma’am Took my life back, now I don’t give a damn Ain't lookin' back, don't miss the pain Hell yeah, it's good to be me again

Verse 1In a rusty old house, lived an old friend of mine He lived plain and simple, didn't chase no fame, He is not my mother's brother, but I call him family To me he is my Uncle, we're close as we could be Verse 2We'd sit on the porch, 'neath the southern sun, With a glass of iced tea, trying to learn new songs, Spinning tales of the past, with a smile wide and wise, We'd hang on each word, laughter mixed with sighs. ChorusOh, help me Uncle Martin, help me write this song People think I'm crazy, but I'll prove them wrong I'm hanging on your strings waiting for the world to hear How easy it can be, between Uncle Martin and me Verse 3During hard times, you'd find him lending me a hand, Patchin' up my broken pieces, like a rock he'd stand Never spoke much of troubles, never looked for praise, Just the kind of good soul, with a heart full of grace. ChorusOh, help me Uncle Martin, help me write this song People think I'm crazy, but I'll prove them wrong I'm hanging on your strings waiting for the world to hear How easy it can be, between Uncle Martin and me BridgeSeasons have come, and seasons have passed, But the lessons he taught us, forever will last, I hold 'em close, like a cherished song, In my heart, Uncle Martin will forever belong. ChorusOh, help me Uncle Martin, help me write this song People think I'm crazy, but I'll prove them wrong I'm hanging on your strings waiting for the world to hear How easy it can be, between Uncle Martin and me

Verse 1 I’ve been running circles in a one-horse town Haunted by the silence when the sun goes down There’s a war inside that I can’t explain And I wear my damage like a ball and chain Verse 2 All these empty bottles, all these sleepless nights I’ve been losing battles just to feel alive A thousand faces, not a single friend Just a long list of things I can’t defend Chorus Somebody save me From the mess I’ve made I’m stuck in a story I can’t erase I scream in silence, and no one stays Just shadows that don’t know my name Somebody save me From this constant pain I’m so damn tired of dragging These rusted chains Verse 3 I’ve lied to myself more than anyone else Made a cage outta fear and called it help And if I break, let it be tonight I’m not looking for pity, just the will to fight Chorus Somebody save me From the mess I’ve made I’m stuck in a story I can’t erase I scream in silence, and no one stays Just shadows that don’t know my name Somebody save me From this constant pain I’m so damn tired of dragging These rusted chains Bridge I ain’t asking for a brand new soul Just a little strength to take control Somebody save me Or I’ll never change Just help me find a way Help me find a way To break these chains Chorus Somebody save me From the mess I’ve made I’m stuck in a story I can’t erase I scream in silence, and no one stays Just shadows that don’t know my name Somebody save me From this constant painI’m so damn tired of dragging These rusted chains

Verse 1 The night sky lights up like a fire in my soul I feel the rumble as I’m tearin’ down this road I’ve heard the warnings, but I’m never lookin’ back There’s no calm before my storm; I’m ready to attack Pre-Chorus Don’t try to slow me down, don’t lay your doubts on me I’m chasing the roar of the storm I’m meant to be Chorus Where the thunder rolls, I’ll find my name Lightning in my veins, I won’t be tamed I’m fueled by the strike that sets me free I’ll ride this lightning ‘till my spirit’s at ease Where the thunder rolls, yeah, that’s where I’ll be Verse 2 The wind’s in my face, these clouds in my rearview I can’t stop now, even if I wanted to They can’t hold back a soul with a sky-wide heart Let the noise grow loud, it’s time to tear apart Pre-Chorus My blood’s on fire, I got nowhere to hide I’m following the echoes that keep me alive Chorus Where the thunder rolls, I’ll find my name Lightning in my veins, I won’t be tamed I’m fueled by the strike that sets me free I’ll ride this lightning ‘till my spirit’s at ease Where the thunder rolls, yeah, that’s where I’ll be Bridge If I burn up on the edge, at least I burned strong I’d rather crash in glory than stand still too long Every drop of rain just feeds this raging spark You’ll hear me in the thunder before it tears the dark Chorus Where the thunder rolls, I’ll find my name Lightning in my veins, I won’t be tamed I’m fueled by the strike that sets me free I’ll ride this lightning ‘till my spirit’s at ease Where the thunder rolls, yeah, that’s where I’ll be Outro Where the thunder rolls, yeah, that’s where I’ll be Where the thunder rolls, keep on rollin’ with me

Verse 1In the dead of night, where shadows lay their claim, A lonesome cowboy rides, with nothing left to gain. He's faced a thousand demons, in the desert's cruel embrace, But now the final showdown, when death calls his name. ChorusWhen death calls your name, will you stand and fight? In the valley of darkness, will you shine your light? The devil's on your trail, with his fiery flame, But the righteous never falter, when death calls your name. Verse 2He's got a six-gun loaded, with the weight of every sin, Each bullet forged in anger, but his heart was caving in. He's walked the line of justice, on a path of burning shame, But redemption's in his holster, when death calls his name. ChorusWhen death calls your name, will you stand and fight? In the valley of darkness, will you shine your light? The devil's on your trail, with his fiery flame, But the righteous never falter, when death calls your name. BridgeIn the dust and the blood, where the wicked fall, A cowboy's prayer echoes, through the canyon's call. He's ready for the reckoning, no fear in his veins, For he'll ride with the angels, when death calls his name. ChorusWhen death calls your name, will you stand and fight? In the valley of darkness, will you shine your light? The devil's on your trail, with his fiery flame, But the righteous never falter, when death calls your name.

SinglesSencillos

Boots On (2026)

Boots On is a defiant outlaw anthem about claiming country music on your own terms. With no southern drawl and no dirt road in his past, the narrator carries the genre's true spirit anyway — a stand against the polished Nashville sound and a call to bring back the grit. Boots On es un himno outlaw desafiante sobre reclamar la música country en tus propios términos. Sin acento sureño ni caminos de tierra en su pasado, el narrador lleva el espíritu verdadero del género de todas formas: una postura contra el sonido pulido de Nashville y un llamado a traer de vuelta el filo.

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Livin' in an old country song (2026)

Livin' in an old country song tells the story of a man who sees his life through the lens of country music, full of mistakes, heartbreak, and second chances. Livin' in an old country song cuenta la historia de un hombre que ve su vida a través del lente de la música country, llena de errores, desamores y segundas oportunidades.

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When death calls your name (2025)

When death calls your name tells a darker story inspired by the spirit of outlaw country. The song follows a lone character who chooses to face evil head-on, fully aware that the price may be his own life. When death calls your name cuenta una historia más oscura inspirada en el espíritu del outlaw country. La canción sigue a un personaje solitario que elige enfrentar el mal cara a cara, plenamente consciente de que el precio puede ser su propia vida.

The song explores the internal battle between good and evil, the courage to stand your ground, and the moment when a person must confront their fate. La canción explora la batalla interna entre el bien y el mal, el valor de mantener tu posición y el momento en que una persona debe confrontar su destino.

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Uncle Martin (2024)

Uncle Martin was our debut single under the name C. Parra. Is a personal story about family, memory, and the roots that shape who we become. Uncle Martin fue nuestro sencillo debut bajo el nombre de C. Parra. Es una historia personal sobre la familia, la memoria y las raíces que moldean en quién nos convertimos.

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Our StoryNuestra Historia

Calls me home Sentirse en casa

Southern Colored Rooster was born from a life surrounded by music. We grew up in a home where singing was part of everyday life and a guitar was always within reach. Music was never a phase. It was the language we learned to feel in. Southern Colored Rooster nació de una vida rodeada de música. Crecimos en un hogar donde cantar era parte del día a día y siempre había una guitarra a la mano. La música nunca fue una fase. Fue el idioma en el que aprendimos a sentir.

For years, I stepped away from that path. Life took me in different directions. Still, I kept writing. Notebooks filled with lyrics that had no sound yet. Stories waiting for their time. Durante años, me alejé de ese camino. La vida me llevó en diferentes direcciones. Aún así, seguí escribiendo. Cuadernos llenos de letras que aún no tenían sonido. Historias esperando su momento.

In 2024, I wrote “Uncle Martin” and everything shifted. I remembered who I am when I hold a guitar. Then came “When Death Calls Your Name” and more songs that needed to be heard. En 2024, escribí "Uncle Martin" y todo cambió. Recordé quién soy cuando sostengo una guitarra. Luego vino "When Death Calls Your Name" y más canciones que necesitaban ser escuchadas.

The project started under my own name, C. Parra. It was the right beginning. But what I was building needed a stronger identity. El proyecto comenzó bajo mi propio nombre, C. Parra. Fue el comienzo correcto. Pero lo que estaba construyendo necesitaba una identidad más fuerte.

Southern Colored Rooster blends country and southern rock with the metal influence that shaped my teenage years. It is Costa Rica and Nashville in the same song. It is tradition with edge. Honest lyrics. Strong guitars. Stories that feel lived. Southern Colored Rooster mezcla el country y el rock sureño con la influencia del metal que formó mis años de adolescencia. Es Costa Rica y Nashville en la misma canción. Es tradición con filo. Letras honestas. Guitarras fuertes. Historias que se sienten vividas.

This is more than a new name. It is a commitment to who I am as a songwriter. It is about bringing the songs out of the drawer and into the firelight. Esto es más que un nombre nuevo. Es un compromiso con quien soy como cantautor. Se trata de sacar las canciones del cajón y llevarlas a la luz del fuego.

It's time to grab my hat and put my boots on! ¡Es hora de agarrar mi sombrero y ponerme las botas!

— Charlie Parra

MembersMiembros

Charlie Parra

Bass Guitar Bajo

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Jason Parra

Electric and Acoustic Guitars Guitarras eléctrica y acústica

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Andres Corrales

Keyboard arrangements, production, mix and mastering Arreglos de teclado, producción, mezcla y masterización

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Additional MusiciansMúsicos Adicionales

Mauricio Delgado

Drums in "Boots On, Southern Colored Rooster, Me Again, Break these chains, Where the thunder rolls" Batería en "Boots On, Southern Colored Rooster, Me Again, Break these chains, Where the thunder rolls"

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Marvin Picado

Bass guitar in "Uncle Martin" Bajo en "Uncle Martin"

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Victor Ramirez

Drums in "Uncle Martin" Batería en "Uncle Martin"

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Andrea Núñez

Drums in "Livin' in an old country song" Batería en "Livin' in an old country song"

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Manu Barrantes

Vocals in "When Death Calls your name" Voz en "When Death Calls your name"