Crédits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mike Rosenberg
Mike Rosenberg
Stimme und Gesang
Matthew Keegan
Matthew Keegan
Saxofon
Alex Boneham
Alex Boneham
Bass
Andrew Dale
Andrew Dale
Begleitgesang
Cameron Undy
Cameron Undy
Bass
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Pedal-Steel-Gitarre
Georgia Mooney
Georgia Mooney
Begleitgesang
Geraldine Hollett
Geraldine Hollett
Begleitgesang
Glen Hannah
Glen Hannah
E-Gitarre
James Greening
James Greening
Posaune
Jess Ciampa
Jess Ciampa
Shaker
Kerry Martin
Kerry Martin
Geige
Marianne Broadfoot
Marianne Broadfoot
Geige
Nicholas Buc
Nicholas Buc
Streichinstrumente
Nick Garbutt
Nick Garbutt
Trompete
Peter Martin
Peter Martin
Schlagzeug
Phillip Church
Phillip Church
Begleitgesang
Rowena Macniesh
Rowena Macniesh
Cello
Scott Aplin
Scott Aplin
Orgel
Shelley Soerensen
Shelley Soerensen
Bratsche
Stu Hunter
Stu Hunter
Glockenspiel
Stu Larsen
Stu Larsen
Begleitgesang
Tony Azzopardi
Tony Azzopardi
Shaker
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Michael David Rosenberg
Michael David Rosenberg
Komponist:in
Mike Rosenberg
Mike Rosenberg
Songwriter:in
Matthew Keegan
Matthew Keegan
Horn-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike Rosenberg
Mike Rosenberg
Produzent:in
Chris Vallejo
Chris Vallejo
Produzent:in
Gordon Davidson
Gordon Davidson
Ingenieur:in
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Dave Rowland
Dave Rowland
Ingenieur:in

Paroles

Well, I met him in Minnesota He was dark and overcast With long, grey hair and eyes that stared Through me like I was glass I asked "Where are you going to?" He said, "I'm the wind, I'm just blowing through" He lit up a cigarette and began to talk "See, the doctors told me that my body won't hold me My lungs are turning black Been a lucky strike's fool since I was at school And there ain't no turning back They can't tell me how long I've got Maybe months, but maybe not I'm taking this bike and riding to New York 'Cause I wanna see my granddaughter one last time Wanna hold her close And feel her tiny heartbeat next to mine Wanna see my son and the man he's become Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done And I'd do it if I had to walk I'm taking this bike and riding to New York Through the forests of Wisconsin That I knew as a boy Past the sky line of Chicago 'Round the lakes of Illinois I lay my head in a motel bed Where my back is sore and my eyes turn red Listen to the trucks roll past my door Through the fields of Ohio As the sunshine paints them gold I run just like a river runs, rapid, quick and cold And fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey turnpike tolls And I won't stop 'till I get to New York 'Cause I wanna see my grandson one last time Wanna see his eyes sparkling and stare back into mine Now my time is shorter I wanna see my daughter Tell her I'm sorry for the things taught her And I'd do it if I had to walk Oh, I'm taking this bike and riding to New York And I'd go up to the churchyard one last time Lay flowers down for the woman Who gave me the best years of my life And I'd do it if I had to walk I'd do it if I had to walk I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
Writer(s): Michael David Rosenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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