Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Ethridge
Chris Ethridge
Bass Guitar
Sneaky Pete Kleinow
Sneaky Pete Kleinow
Steel Guitar
Eddie "Fast" Hoh
Eddie "Fast" Hoh
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gram Parsons
Gram Parsons
Songwriter
Chris Hillman
Chris Hillman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Flying Burrito Brothers
The Flying Burrito Brothers
Producer
Henry Lewy
Henry Lewy
Producer
Larry Marks
Larry Marks
Producer

Lyrics

This old town is filled with sin it'll swallow you in If you've got some money to burn Take it home right away, you've got three years to pay But Satan is waiting his turn This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse It seems like this whole town's insane On the thirty-first floor a gold-plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain The scientists say it'll all wash away But we don't believe anymore 'Cause we've got our recruits and our green mohair suits So please show your I.D. at the door This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse It seems like this whole town's insane On the thirty-first floor a gold-plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain A friend came around tried to clean up this town His ideas made some people mad He trusted his crowd so he spoke right out loud And they lost the best friend they had This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse It seems like this whole town's insane On the thirty-first floor a gold-plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain On the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
Writer(s): Ronald Belford Scott, Angus Young, Malcolm Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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