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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Casey Wood
Percussion
Bryan Sutton
Guitare acoustique
Steve Gibson
Guitare électrique
Brent Mason
Guitare électrique
Glenn Worf
Basse
Eddie Bayers
Batterie
Matt Rollings
Piano
Paul Franklin
Steel guitar
Stuart Duncan
Mandoline
Bergen White
Interprète
Carl Gorodetzky
Interprète
The Nashville String Machine
Cordes
Chris Rodriguez
Chœurs
Lisa Cochran
Chœurs
Vicki Hampton
Chœurs
Robert Bailey
Chœurs
Jaime Babbit
Chœurs
Bob Bailey
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Cory Mayo
Composition
Bergen White
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
George Strait
Production
Tony Brown
Production
Chuck Ainlay
Ingénierie de prise de son
Leslie Richter
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Kyle Lehning
Ingénierie de mixage
Casey Wood
Ingénierie de prise de son
Rich Hanson
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Bob Bullock
Ingénierie de prise de son
Todd Tidwell
Assistance d’ingénierie
Paroles
Hope is an anchor and love is a ship
Time is the ocean and life is a trip
You don't know where you're going
'Til you know where you're at
And if you can't read the stars
Well, you better have a map
A compass and a conscience
So you don't get lost at sea
Or on some on lonely island
Where no one wants to be
From the beginning of creation
I think our maker had a plan
For us to leave these shores
And sail beyond the sand
And let the good light guide us
Through the waves and the wind
To the beaches in the world
Where we have never been
And we'll climb up on the mountain
Y'all we'll let our voices ring
And those who've never tried it
They'll be the first to sing
Whoa, my, my
I'll see you on the other side
If I make it
And it might be a long hard ride
But I'm gonna take it
Sometimes it seems that I don't have a prayer
I let the weather take me anywhere
But I know that I wanna go
Where the streets are gold
'Cause you'll be there
Oh, my, my
You don't bring nothing with you here
And you can't take nothing back
I ain't never seen a hearse with a luggage rack
So I've torn my knees up prayin'
Scarred my back from fallin' down
Spent so much time flying high
'Til I'm face first in the ground
So if you're up there watchin' me
Would you talk to God and say
Tell him, I might need a hand
To see you both someday
Whoa, my, my
So I'll see you on the other side
If I make it
And it might be a long hard ride
But I wanna take it
Sometimes it seems that I don't have a prayer
I let the weather take me anywhere
But I know that I wanna go
Where the streets are gold
'Cause you'll be there (you'll be there)
Oh, my, my
'Cause you'll be there (you'll be there)
Oh, my, my
Writer(s): Cory Mayo
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