Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Randy Rogers Band
Randy Rogers Band
Stimme und Gesang
Willie Nelson
Willie Nelson
Stimme und Gesang
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
E-Gitarre
Geoffrey Hill
Geoffrey Hill
E-Gitarre
Jon Richardson
Jon Richardson
Bassgitarre
Les Lawless
Les Lawless
Schlagzeug
Brady Black
Brady Black
Geige
Giles Reaves
Giles Reaves
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Jedd Hughes
Jedd Hughes
Akustische Gitarre
Ray Wylie Hubbard
Ray Wylie Hubbard
Begleitgesang
Mickey Raphael
Mickey Raphael
Mundharmonika
Gary Allan
Gary Allan
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Randy Rogers
Randy Rogers
Komponist:in
Geoffrey Hill
Geoffrey Hill
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Produzent:in
Matthew Wheeler
Matthew Wheeler
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Jason Hall
Jason Hall
Ingenieur:in
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Songteksten

One night in Kansas City after we had played the show
Shots rang out as I stumbled home
So I hid behind a dumpster in an alley down the street
I didn't want to know if they were shooting at me
Next morning in the paper read a man had lost his life
Twenty feet away from me but I got out alive
I learned more from these cities than I ever did in class
And I stand accused of living way to fast
Out here on this highway one thing stays the same
It's gonna find me trouble knows my name
At four in the morning in the city of New Orleans
The tables got my money even though my friends had warned me
So I hopped in the taxi, we headed down Canal
By the time we got back to the bus it had already gone down
It was a bucket full of concrete through our window
We were getting robbed but the cops they never showed
I learned more from these cities than I ever did in class
And I stand accused of living way to fast
Out here on this highway one thing stays the same
It's gonna find me trouble knows my name
No I wouldn't want it any other way
Not knowing what might happen today, ain't that a shame
In Missoula Montana we were out on tour
With country music's brightest star that we knew for sure
And I won't say what we did but one of us went too far
Got picked up by the police after we all left the bar
That next morning we looked everywhere
Bout the time we hit the stage he'd barely posted bail
I learned more from these cities than I ever did in class
And I've seen the world through the bottom of the glass
Out here on this highway one thing stays the same
It's gonna find me trouble knows my name
Yeah It's gonna find me trouble knows my name
Written by: Geoffrey Hill, Randy Rogers
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