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Spill the Wine
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
The Isley Brothers
The Isley Brothers
Interprète
George Moreland
George Moreland
Batterie
Ernest Isley
Ernest Isley
Basse
Gary Jones
Gary Jones
Congas
Chris Jasper
Chris Jasper
Piano
Milton Westley
Milton Westley
Orgue
John Mosley
John Mosley
Flûte
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
B.B. Dickerson
B.B. Dickerson
Paroles/Composition
Howard Scott
Howard Scott
Paroles/Composition
Harold Brown
Harold Brown
Paroles/Composition
Charles Miller
Charles Miller
Paroles/Composition
Lee Oskar
Lee Oskar
Paroles/Composition
Lonnie Jordan
Lonnie Jordan
Paroles/Composition
Eric Burdon
Eric Burdon
Paroles/Composition
Papa Dee Allen
Papa Dee Allen
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ronald Isley
Ronald Isley
Production
O'Kelly Isley Jr.
O'Kelly Isley Jr.
Production

Paroles

I was once out strolling one very hot summer's day When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest In a big field of tall grass I laid there in the sun and I felt it caressing my face As I fell asleep, I dreamed that I was in a Hollywood movie And that I was the star of the movie This really blew my mind But there I was I was taken to the place The hall of the mountain kings I stood high upon the mountain tops Naked to the world In front of me Was every kind of girl There was long one's, tall ones, short ones, brown ones, Black ones, round ones, big crazy ones Out of the middle, came a lady She whispered in my ear Something crazy She said, Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl I thought to myself, what could that mean Am I going crazy, or is this just a dream Now wait a minute I know I'm lying in a field of grass somewhere So it's all in my head And then I heard Somebody say Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl I could feel hot flames of fire roaring at my back And she disappeared, but soon she returned In her hand was a bottle of wine In the other a glass She poured some of that wine from the bottle into the glass And she raised it to her lips And just before she drank it, she said Spill that wine, take that pearl Spill that wine, take that pearl Spill that wine, take that pearl Spill that wine, take that pearl Take that pearl, yeah! Spill, spill, spill that wine, come on and take that pearl C'mon Spill that wine, c'mon and take that pearl Spill that wine, take that pearl Spill that wine, take that pearl Spill that wine, take that pearl
Writer(s): Charles Miller, Lonnie Jordan, Morris Dickerson, Harold Brown, Howard Scott, Thomas Allen, Lee Levitin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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