Video musical

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Old Dogs
Old Dogs
Performer
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Background Vocals
Bobby Bare, Jr.
Bobby Bare, Jr.
Vocals
Bobby Emmons
Bobby Emmons
Keyboards
David Schnaufer
David Schnaufer
Harp
Eddy Anderson
Eddy Anderson
Drums
Fred Newell
Fred Newell
Guitar
Gary Kubal
Gary Kubal
Percussion
Hargus Robbins
Hargus Robbins
Piano
JAY VERN
JAY VERN
Organ
Jamie Whiting
Jamie Whiting
Keyboards
Jerry Reed
Jerry Reed
Vocals
Jonathan Yudkin
Jonathan Yudkin
Violin
Mel Tillis
Mel Tillis
Vocals
Mike Leach
Mike Leach
Bass Guitar
Pete Wade
Pete Wade
Electric Guitar
Robert John Lovett
Robert John Lovett
Bass Guitar
Ron de la Vega
Ron de la Vega
Cello
Thom Bresh
Thom Bresh
Guitar
Waylon Jennings
Waylon Jennings
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Bare, Jr.
Bobby Bare, Jr.
Producer

Letra

(Shel Silverstein) Me and Jimmie Rodgers used to ride them Rollin' boxcars in the summer time Jimmie he'd play his guitar I'd lay back And watch the stars and sip my wine. Me and Audie Murphy used to crawl out on our bellies Through the German lines Audie I won't leave you here I'll pull you through 'Cause buddy, you're a pal of mine. Me and Phil Rizzuto didn't we move 'round Like lightnin' on the double play I'd look over in the stand and Marilyn Should see me and she'd smile and wave. Hell no Coach Lombardi this broken back Ain't nothin' if the game was saved And fellers if I don't pull through Just put a little golden football on my grave. John Wayne he once said to me Them Japs will take the Island And we've got to save The old Red White and Blue. Someone's got to swim out To the submarine and warn 'em And Bare you know I hate like hell to ask you to. Me and Tony Zarro we used to spar together Up in Stillman's Gym Knowing someday it would be the Garden And the championship for me or him. And Coop if no one in this town is man enough To back you when Frank Miller comes Then come High Noon I'll walk with you I may be young but I know how to use a gun. Judy Garland don't you cry You know you can be a star And with my drinkin' I'd just hold you back. Go on and sign the contracts hon And I'll read about you In some old newspaper Blowin' cross some lonesome hobo camp. Me and Jimmie Rodgers we still ride them Rollin' boxcars in the summer time Jimmie he plays his guitar I lay back And watch the stars and sip my wine. Me and Audie Murphy we still crawl out on our bellies Through the German lines At away there's scooter shoot that ball to me And I swear we'll get two this time...
Writer(s): Shel Silverstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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