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