Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jakob Dylan
Jakob Dylan
Vocals
Jay Bellerose
Jay Bellerose
Drums
Dennis Crouch
Dennis Crouch
Acoustic Bass Guitar
Marc Ribot
Marc Ribot
Electric Guitar
Greg Leisz
Greg Leisz
Pedal Steel Guitar
Keefus Ciancia
Keefus Ciancia
Keyboards
Darrell Leonard
Darrell Leonard
Trumpet
Ira Nepus
Ira Nepus
Trombone
George Bohanon
George Bohanon
Trombone
Maurice Spears
Maurice Spears
Bass Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jakob Dylan
Jakob Dylan
Composer
Darrell Leonard
Darrell Leonard
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T Bone Burnett
T Bone Burnett
Producer
Mike Piersante
Mike Piersante
Mixing Engineer
Jason Wormer
Jason Wormer
Editing Engineer
Francois Lardeau
Francois Lardeau
Engineer
Emile Kelman
Emile Kelman
Assistant Engineer
Gavin Lurssen
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

Blackbird sitting on an open gate Old camel now walking the plains West wind blowing in waist high weed A-sideways of the rain A bloodhound spent Can't get no trail Ain't no sign of man Wanna get ourselves On the straight and the narrow Gonna need a better plan I roll your sleeves up I hold back the dam I fill these bags with sand Every young boy, woman And every man Has got to lend a hand Now it ain't no old wife's tale It ain't no fable Payback is coming around The hourglass Sitting there on the table Filled on both sides now The work is potluck I grab a hatchet Now, wearing a glove that fits You can't take a punch Well, you might as well quit Won't matter how hard you hit I roll your sleeves up Shovel the land I rise up and learn how to stand Now, you're a toothless woman Or a one armed man You too got to lend a hand We're losing daylight You got to be swift You ain't got brains Yeah, you can lift Now, be an optimist See the glass half full You don't got a life What you got, eat it And when your father gets home Gonna turn on the lights We're up to our throats in knifes Those eyes will flash And his teeth will grind He'll say, "You're on your own, look alive" Suppose I quit shooting My wayward tribe Whatever would you do? Now take me to Hades Or take me to Memphis Just don't take me for one of you I roll your sleeves up The fat lady sang Now, grab your buckets and cans Come over the border Your papers in order You too got to lend a hand I roll your sleeves up I hold back the dam I fill these bags with sand Every young boy, woman And every tired old man You too got to lend a hand
Writer(s): Jakob Dylan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out