Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Alabama 3
Alabama 3
Künstler:in
Christopher McGoldrick
Christopher McGoldrick
Kontrabass
Jake Black
Jake Black
Stimme und Gesang
John Delafons
John Delafons
Schlagzeug
Orlando Harrison
Orlando Harrison
Tasteninstrumente
Piers Marsh
Piers Marsh
Stimme und Gesang
Rob Bailey
Rob Bailey
Gitarre
Rob Spragg
Rob Spragg
Stimme und Gesang
Simon Edwards
Simon Edwards
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Tim Bowden
Tim Bowden
Banjo
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
John Prine
John Prine
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Andy Duncan
Andy Duncan
Mischtechniker:in
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mischtechniker:in
Dom Mei
Dom Mei
Ingenieurassistent:in
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jon Wilkinson
Jon Wilkinson
Ingenieur:in
Matthew Vaughan
Matthew Vaughan
Produzent:in
Mike Drake
Mike Drake
Mischtechniker:in
Rob Tarbuck
Rob Tarbuck
Ingenieurassistent:in

Lyrics

Everybody gotta run sometime now Come home late, come home early Come home big when I'm feelin' small Come home straight, come home fucked up Sometimes I don't come home at all What in the world has come over me? What in heaven's name have I done? I've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness I'm out there running just to be on the run You've a heart that burns with a fever You've got a worried and a jealous mind So how can a love that'll last forever Leave me so damn far behind? Tell me now What in the world has come over me? What in heaven's name have I done? I've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness Out there running just to be on the run It's a mighty mean and dreadful sorrow Crossed that evil line today I can't think about tomorrow I ain't got one word to say So tell me now What in the world has come over me? What in heaven's name have I done? I've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness I'm out there running just to be on the run Just to be on the run Just to be on the run Out there running just to be on the run Sweet goddamn pretty motherfucking country acid house music all night long D Wayne love, he owns your soul and the barman owns your gold A lady owns your key and the only goddamn thing you own is a guilty conscience We don't give a fuck, lots of love And the whisky flows like the crystal streams they say flow in heaven And the choir sings as you sink deeper down, deep, deep, deeper down Into the comfort of your own narcolepsy (Narcolepsy, narcolepsy, narcolepsy, narcolepsy, narcolepsy, narcolepsy, narcolepsy) Okay Larry, what we gonna do now? I'm getting disequilibriated Well, I believe T-Bone's on tonight Cup of coffee, perhaps D Wayne we haven't been out this long, been drinking coffee Well, okay, let's get on in then Hey, get to that bar quick brother
Writer(s): John Prine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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