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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Steve Earle
Vocals
Kris Wilkinson String Section
Conductor
Garry Tallent
Bass
Kelly Looney
Bass
Ric Kipp
Bass
Roy M. “Junior” Husky
Bass
Robert Mason
Cello
Custer
Drums
Rick Schell
Drums
Ray Kennedy
Guitar
Richard Bennett
Guitar
Ken Moore
Organ
Dub Cornett
Percussion
Lee Larrison
Viola
Carl Gorodetzky
Violin
Pamela Sixfin
Violin
Richard Grosjean
Violin
Logan
Vocals
Lucinda Williams
Vocals
The Fairfield Four
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Earle
Composer
Kris Wilkinson String Section
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Leffler
Assistant Engineer
James Bauer
Assistant Engineer
Peter Coleman
Engineer
Ray Kennedy
Producer
Richard Dodd
Mixing Engineer
Richard Bennett
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Mark Prentice
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I was born my papa's son
A wanderin' eye and a smokin' gun
Now some of you would live through me
Then lock me up and throw away the key
Or just find a place to hide away
Hope that I'll just go away, hah
Well, I feel alright
I feel alright tonight
I feel alright
I feel alright tonight
And I'll bring you precious contraband
And ancient tales from distant lands
Of conquerors and concubines
And conjurers from darker times
Betrayal and conspiracy, sacrilege and heresy
And I feel alright
I feel alright tonight
I feel alright
I feel alright tonight
I got everything you won't need
Your darkest fear, your fondest dream
I ask you questions, tell you lies
Criticize and sympathize
Yeah, but be careful what you wish for friend
'Cause I've been to hell and now I'm back again
I feel alright
Yeah, I feel alright tonight
Yeah, I feel alright
I feel alright tonight
Ywah, I feel alright
Feel alright
Writer(s): Steve Earle
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