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Eric Burdon & War - Spill The Wine (1970)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Burdon
Eric Burdon
Vocals
War
War
Performer
B.B. Dickerson
B.B. Dickerson
Bass
Howard Scott
Howard Scott
Guitar
Harold Brown
Harold Brown
Drums
Charles Miller
Charles Miller
Tenor Saxophone
Lee Oskar
Lee Oskar
Harmonica
Lonnie Jordan
Lonnie Jordan
Piano
Dee Allen
Dee Allen
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B.B. Dickerson
B.B. Dickerson
Songwriter
Howard Scott
Howard Scott
Songwriter
Harold Brown
Harold Brown
Songwriter
Charles Miller
Charles Miller
Songwriter
Lee Oskar
Lee Oskar
Songwriter
Lonnie Jordan
Lonnie Jordan
Songwriter
Eric Burdon
Eric Burdon
Songwriter
Papa Dee Allen
Papa Dee Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Goldstein
Jerry Goldstein
Producer

Lyrics

I was once out strolling one very hot summer's day When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest In a big field of tall grass I laid there in the sun and felt it caressing my face As I fell asleep and dreamed I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie And that I was the star of the movie This really blew my mind The fact that me, an overfed long-haired leaping gnome Should be the star of a Hollywood movie, hm But there I was, mm I was taken to a place The hall of the mountain kings I stood high upon a mountain top Naked to the world In front of Every kind of girl There was long ones, tall ones, short ones, brown ones Black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones Out of the middle came a lady She whispered in my ear Something crazy She said Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl I thought to myself, what could that mean? Am I going crazy, or is this just a dream? Now wait a minute I know I'm lying in a field of grass somewhere So it's all in my head And then I heard her say one more time Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl I could feel hot flames of fire roaring at my back As she disappeared, but soon she returned In her hand was a bottle of wine In the other a glass She poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass And raised it to her lips And just before she drank it, she said Take the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl, uh-huh, uh-huh Spill the wine, take that pearl Take that pearl, yeah It's all yours All you gotta do is spill that wine Spill that wine, let me feel, let me feel hot, yeah, yeah, oh, uh-huh Spill the wine, spill the wine, spill the wine, spill the wine Spill the wine, spill the wine, spill the wine Take that pearl It's all yours
Writer(s): Sylvester Allen, Harold Brown, Morris Dickerson, Lee Oskar, Richard Alfaro, Leroy L. Jordan, Charles W. Miller, Howard E. Scott, Dominic C. Aldridge, Robert Anthony Gutierrez, Bobby Bryan Ramirez, Leroy L Jordan, Thomas Sylvester Allen, Lee Oskar Levitin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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