Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Steve Forbert
Steve Forbert
Stimme und Gesang
Pete Anderson
Pete Anderson
E-Gitarre
Clay Barnes
Clay Barnes
Gitarre
Bob Glaub
Bob Glaub
Bassgitarre
Jeff Donovan
Jeff Donovan
Schlagzeug
Skip Edwards
Skip Edwards
Tasteninstrumente
Anthony Crawford
Anthony Crawford
Begleitgesang
Alex Acuña
Alex Acuña
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Lenny Castro
Lenny Castro
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Ralph Forbes
Ralph Forbes
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Steve Forbert
Steve Forbert
Komponist:in
Pete Anderson
Pete Anderson
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Pete Anderson
Pete Anderson
Produzent:in
Dusty Wakeman
Dusty Wakeman
Ingenieur:in
Jim Scott
Jim Scott
Ingenieur:in
David Leonard
David Leonard
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

Poor ole surrender Mimosa Finally burnt out by the sun I feel pretty burnt out myself When the long, hot summer is done Summertime's long been my favorite Now I can't grab it no more Can't find no time for a fish on the line Or that swing in the old Sycamore I'm in such a hurry now It starts to worry me Stop an' smell the roses? Baby, I can't hardly see No, I ain't forgotten just how good it all can be But I've got so much responsibility Got so much responsibility Baby, you know how I'm working Sorry I'm busy so much Sorry those days when the world went our way Are so hard to return to an' to touch Maybe our future looks brighter Maybe our ship will come in Maybe these years an' these muletrain careers Will be things we won't think about then But I'm in such a hurry now It start to worry me Stop an' smell the roses? Baby I can't hardly see No, I ain't forgotten just how good it all can be But I've got so much responsibility Got so much responsibility Competition's heavy on a hard line wreckin' crew The good ones never leave An' still there's always someone new Pressure comes down hard up on a top notch rivet team We don't get time to pace ourselves We don't stand around and dream Poor ole surrender Mimosa Finally burnt out by the heat I feel pretty burnt out myself When I make that ole turn down our street Summertime's long been my favorite Now it's ole autumn I love Summertime fun on some beach in the sun Is not somethin' I'm seein' much of I'm in such a hurry now It starts to worry me Stop an' smell the roses? Baby, I can't hardly see No, I ain't forgotten just how good it all can be But I've got so much responsibility Got so much responsibility Got so much responsibility
Writer(s): Steve Forbert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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