Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Dee White
Voix principales
Dan Auerbach
Guitare
Dennis Crouch
Basse
Shelton Feazell
Basse
Gene "Bubba" Chrisman
Batterie
Billy Sanford
Guitare
Russ Pahl
Guitare
Bobby Wood
Claviers
Kenny Malone
Percussion
Alison Krauss
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dan Auerbach
Paroles/Composition
David Ferguson
Paroles/Composition
Joe Allen
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dan Auerbach
Production
David Ferguson
Co‑production
Allen Parker
Ingénierie de mixage
Harold Shedd
Production déléguée
Richard Dodd
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Things meant more when I had less
That's the way it goes I guess
The more I have I must confess
The more I need
My first car was a bucket of bolts
It wouldn't go far but it sure did smoke
All them girls would laugh and joke
Then they'd hop right in
Take 'em down to the water hole
We'll all go swimming in our birthday clothes
Lord knows how I love those good old pals of mine
We've all gone our separate ways but
We'll always have those good old days
Ain't no taking those away
They're locked inside my mind
Sometimes I miss the simple stuff
Cause the road I'm on can sure get rough
When I think I've had enough
I just take it for a little spin
Of all the things I've left behind
That old car's still running fine
Ain't no hill that she can't climb
Just gotta give her the time
Take 'em down to the water hole
We'll all go swimming in our birthday clothes
Lord knows how I love those good old pals of mine
We've all gone our separate ways but
We'll always have those good old days
Ain't no taking those away
They're locked inside my mind
Take 'em down to the water hole
We'll all go swimming in our birthday clothes
Lord knows how I love those good old pals of mine
We've all gone our separate ways but
We'll always have those good old days
Ain't no taking those away
They're locked inside my mind
Writer(s): Joseph Paul Allen, Dan Auerbach, David R. Ferguson
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