Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
B.B. King
B.B. King
Künstler:in
Jesse Davis
Jesse Davis
Gitarre
Joe Walsh
Joe Walsh
Gitarre
Victor Feldman
Victor Feldman
E-Bassgitarre
Paul Harris
Paul Harris
Klavier
Bryan Garofalo
Bryan Garofalo
Bassgitarre
Bob Morin
Bob Morin
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
B.B. King
B.B. King
Songwriter:in
Dave Clark
Dave Clark
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ed Michel
Ed Michel
Produzent:in

Letras

All of your affection is gone, woman
And your love is growing cold
Ah, but I got a new story to tell you, baby
One that ain't never been told
I believe you’re running out on me, babe
I think I got some help that I don’t really need
I went to work this morning
And I decided I would double back
That car that was sittin' in the front of my door
It looked like a brand new Cadillac
And I ain't got none now, baby
I believe you been running out on me
I believe to my soul
That I got some outside help I don’t really need
The iceman came by this morning
And he didn't leave no ice
The postman came by
And it didn't ring twice
I think you’re running out on me, baby
I think you been running out on me
And I believe to my soul
That I got some outside help I don’t really need
Now, you better tell that iceman
That I’m hot on his trail
And the next time the postman stop by
He better leave some mail
And when I come home there better be grocery on the shelf
You tell that insurance man
He better write some insurance on his self
'Cause I believe
I believe
I got some help I don’t really need
Written by: B.B. King, Dave Clark
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