Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Leitch
Trombone
WAYNE CHAPLIN
Harmonica
Wayne Pryor
Drums
Peter Daniel
Electric Bass Guitar
Eddie Lohr
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Leitch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PumpHouse Blues
Producer
In Your Ear Studios 1813 E Broad St Richmond VA 23223https://www.inyourear.com/
Recording Engineer
Carlos Chafin In Your Ear Studios Richmond VA
Recording Engineer
Texty
Please don't kill my landlord, I heard the preacher say
Throw your rocks into my chest, look the other way
Please don't kill my landlord, he's a person too
My face is smooth, his voice still soothes
The angry man inside his brain
A simple man who walks with a cane
Clean up his house, I won't ever scream
Count his chains, shovel his feet
A day without his money ain't clear
Overburdened his head to freeze his feet
Glide away from here
Glide away from here
Glide away from here
He ain't got much to say
I'll teach some from home, say not anyway
Well he's turning up the same street
Feeling kind of old
People say he looks so sad
They say he's getting old
Please don't kill my landlord
He's all that I could see
My face is smooth, his voice still soothes
The angry man inside his brain
A simple man who walks with a cane
Well he ain't turning this time, I won't ever scream
Count his chains, shovel his feet
A day without his money ain't clear
Overburdened his head to freeze his feet
Glide away from here
Glide away from here
Glide away from here
He ain't got much to say
I'll pave a road, say some, say not anyway
Glide away from here
Glide away from here
Glide away from here
He ain't got much to say
I'll see another farm, so say not anyway
Written by: Chris Leitch