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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stephen Stills
Stephen Stills
Guitar
Richie Furay
Richie Furay
Guitar
Bruce Palmer
Bruce Palmer
Bass Guitar
Dewey Martin
Dewey Martin
Drums
Neil Young
Neil Young
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Stills
Stephen Stills
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Doc Siegel
Doc Siegel
Engineer
John Nowland
John Nowland
Engineer
Pflash Pflaumer
Pflash Pflaumer
Engineer
Stan Ross
Stan Ross
Engineer
Tom May
Tom May
Engineer
Brian Stone
Brian Stone
Producer
Charles Greene
Charles Greene
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I don't tell no tales about no hot, dusty roads I'm a city boy and I stay at home I make no excuses, I just don't want to roam And I don't like bein' alone I give you lovin' and a place to take off your shoes It does surprising things for a case of the blues It ain't no club, you don't have to pay no dues You just love me and I love you And if you take some pride in bein' alive If you're interested in looking inside of yourself Just drop on by, baby, ask me why At least you don't have to be by yourself Just come knock, most likely I'll be there Then you look around, find a comfortable chair And then you sit and you might think about why he's there I can't tell you why, only where And if you take some pride in bein' alive If you're interested in looking inside of yourself Just drop on by, baby, ask me why At least you don't have to be by yourself Just come knock, most likely I'll be there Then you look around, find a comfortable chair And then you sit and you might think about why he's there I can't tell you why, only where I don't tell no tales about no hot, dusty roads I'm a city boy and I stay at home I make no excuses, I just don't want to roam And I don't like bein' alone (Alright) And I don't like bein' alone (One more time) And I don't like bein' alone
Writer(s): Stephen A. Stills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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