Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kathleen Edwards
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Draves
Organ
Peter Frederick Von Althen
Drums
Kevin McCarragher
Bass Guitar
Jim Bryson
Electric Guitar
Fred Guignon
Guitar
Keith Snider
Banjo
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kathleen Edwards
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kathleen Edwards
Producer
Dave Draves
Producer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
John Whynot
Mixing Engineer
Songtexte
Copper on the corner and he loaded two rounds
And I can't even cross the line to talk you down
And Peter, sweet baby, where'd you get that gun?
You spent half your life trying to turn the other half around
And I tried to come clean, but I guess it's no use
Your face is all over the six o'clock news
They cleared the streets and then they closed the schools
I can't even get inside
Did you lose your head when the farm went down?
Or was it when your daddy died after he moved to town?
And I know your mama calls you good-for-nothin'
She says her baby is a failer and she don't want you callin'
And I tried to come clean, but I guess it's no use
Your face is all over the six o'clock news
They cleared the streets and then they closed the schools
I can't even get inside
And Peter, sweet baby—
There's just something that I gotta say to you
I'm gonna have your baby this coming June
We could get a little place down by Gilmour Park
You could do a little time and save my broken heart
And I tried to come clean, but I guess it's no use
Your face is all over the six o'clock news
They cleared the streets and then they closed the schools
I can't even get inside
And I tried to come clean, but I guess it's no use
The copper went ahead and he just shot you through
Now, you're lying dead on the avenue
And I can't feel my broken heart
And I can't feel my broken heart
Written by: Kathleen Edwards

