Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bobby Bare
Bobby Bare
Vocals
Terry McMillan
Terry McMillan
Background Vocals
Dave Loggins
Dave Loggins
Background Vocals
Tracy Nelson
Tracy Nelson
Background Vocals
Sherri Kramer
Sherri Kramer
Background Vocals
Lisa Silver
Lisa Silver
Background Vocals
Donna Sheridan
Donna Sheridan
Background Vocals
Bergen White
Bergen White
Background Vocals
Steve Sanders
Steve Sanders
Background Vocals
Bobby Thompson
Bobby Thompson
Acoustic Guitar
Billy Sanford
Billy Sanford
Acoustic Guitar
Steve Gibson
Steve Gibson
Electric Guitar
John Gowin
John Gowin
Electric Guitar
Doyle Grisham
Doyle Grisham
Steel Guitar
Weldon Myrick
Weldon Myrick
Steel Guitar
Gunnar Gelotte
Gunnar Gelotte
Drums
Roy Yeager
Roy Yeager
Drums
Shane Keister
Shane Keister
Piano
Bobby Ogdin
Bobby Ogdin
Piano
Shelly Kurland
Shelly Kurland
Strings
Jack Williams
Jack Williams
Bass
Mike Leech
Mike Leech
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Milsap
Bob Milsap
Composer
Bergen White
Bergen White
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Gibson
Steve Gibson
Producer
Brent Maher
Brent Maher
Engineer
Rich Schirmer
Rich Schirmer
Engineer
Marshall Morgan
Marshall Morgan
Engineer

Lyrics

Remember the nights we would jam in the motels
After the honky tonks closed
No one had credit
And no one had no place to go
Just crazy kids with 'lectric machines
And some soul
Turnin' them crowds on
By playin' some loud rock'n roll
Then came the man with a suit and a tie
And the promise of contracts and bread
With all our joy he gave us to fame and fortune
That left us half dead
Goin' up's easy
When you got the song
That comes from the depth of the soul
Where it really belongs
Comin' down's hard when you find
That you just can't sing it no more
Your emerald ring with the solid gold band
Reflects back the face of a whore
Freddie would play on his guitar all day
And sometimes his firgers would bleed
Sam would ride on his drum
Like a magnificent steed
Ben on the bass would make the thunder
And the lighting with love
And I'd sing the lyric of life
That I felt the part of
Then came the money and Freddie dropped out
To start him a band of his own
Sam bought a frenchise and Bennie OD'd
And I'm soon the label alone
Goin' up's easy
When you got the song
That comes from the depth of the soul
Where it really belongs
Goin' up's easy
When you got the song
That comes from the depth of the soul
Where it really belongs...
Written by: Bob Milsap
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