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Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Guitarra
Carolyn Dennis
Carolyn Dennis
Voces de fondo
Helena Springs
Helena Springs
Voces de fondo
Regina Havis
Regina Havis
Voces de fondo
Mark Knopfler
Mark Knopfler
Guitarra
Barry Beckett
Barry Beckett
Teclados
MICKEY BUCKINS
MICKEY BUCKINS
Percusión
Pick Withers
Pick Withers
Batería
Tim Drummond
Tim Drummond
Bajo
Muscle Shoals Horns
Muscle Shoals Horns
Corno
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Barry Beckett
Barry Beckett
Producción
Jerry Wexler
Jerry Wexler
Producción
Greg Hamm
Greg Hamm
Ingeniería
David Yates
David Yates
Asistente de ingeniería

Letra

Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
Can't help but wonder what's happenin' to my companions?
Are they lost or are they found, have they counted the cost it'll take to bring down
All their earthly principles they're gonna have to abandon?
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend
I had a woman down in Alabama
She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic
She said, "Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out"
"You could die down here, be just another accident statistic."
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend (there's a slow train comin')
All that foreign oil controlling American soil
Look around you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed
Sheiks walkin' around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings
Deciding America's future from Amsterdam and to Paris
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
You can't rely no more to be standin' around waitin'
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave
Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend
Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters
Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency
All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend
People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting
Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it
They say lose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions
They talk about a life of brotherly love, show me someone who knows how to live it?
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend
Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin' boy she could destroy
A real suicide case, but there was nothin' I could do to stop it
I don't care about economy, I don't care about astronomy
But it sure do bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend
(Up around the bend)
Written by: Bob Dylan
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