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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Marty Roe
Marty Roe
Guitare acoustique
Jimmy Olander
Jimmy Olander
Guitare
Brian Prout
Brian Prout
Batterie
Dana Williams
Dana Williams
Chœurs
Dan Truman
Dan Truman
Claviers
Dan Truman
Dan Truman
Claviers
Gene Johnson
Gene Johnson
Mandoline
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Chapin Hartford
Chapin Hartford
Paroles/Composition
Don Pfrimmer
Don Pfrimmer
Paroles/Composition
James Foster
James Foster
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Monty Powell
Monty Powell
Production
Tim DuBois
Tim DuBois
Production
Glenn Meadows
Glenn Meadows
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

It was seven hundred fence posts from your place to ours Neither one of us was old enough to drive a car Sometimes it was rainin', sometimes it would shine We wore out that gravel road between your house and mine I'd start walkin' your way, you'd start walkin' mine We'd meet in the middle, 'neath that old Georgia pine We'd gain a lot of ground, 'cause we'd both give a little There ain't no road too long, when we meet in the middle It's been seven years, tomorrow, since we said our vows Under that old pine tree, you ought to see it now Standin' in the backyard, remindin' me and you That if we don't see eye-to-eye, there's somethin' we can do I'd start walkin' your way, you'd start walkin' mine We'd meet in the middle, 'neath that old Georgia pine We'd gain a lot of ground, 'cause we'd both give a little There ain't no road too long, when we meet in the middle Babe, I love the way we work it out That's what love is all about I'd start walkin' your way, you'd start walkin' mine We'd meet in the middle, 'neath that old Georgia pine We'd gain a lot of ground, 'cause we'd both give a little There ain't no road too long, when we meet in the middle I'd start walkin' your way, you'd start walkin' mine We'd meet in the middle, 'neath that old Georgia pine We'd gain a lot of ground, 'cause we'd both give a little There ain't no road too long, when we meet in the middle I'd start walking your way, you'd start walking mine We'd meet in the middle, 'neath that old Georgia pine We'd gain a lot of ground, 'cause we'd both give a little There ain't no road too long, when we meet in the middle
Writer(s): James Walter Foster, Chapin Hartford, Donald R. Pfrimmer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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