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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Gord Downie
Chant
Gord Sinclair
Basse
Johnny Fay
Batterie
Paul Langlois
Guitare rythmique
Rob Baker
Guitare principale
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Rob Baker
Paroles/Composition
Johnny Fay
Paroles/Composition
Paul Langlois
Paroles/Composition
Gord Downie
Paroles/Composition
Gord Sinclair
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Don Smith
Ingénierie de mixage
Andy Udoff
Assistance d’ingénierie
Bruce Barris
Ingénierie de mixage
Jeff DeMorris
Assistance d’ingénierie
Paul Ebersold
Assistance d’ingénierie
Paroles
Alright
Bourbon blues on the street, loose and complete
Under skies, so smokey blue green
I can't forsake a dixie dead-shake
So we danced the sidewalk clean
My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in?
New Orleans is sinking, man, and I don't wanna swim
Colonel Tom, what's wrong, what's going on?
Can't tie yourself up for a deal
He said, "Hey north, you're south, shut you big mouth
You gotta do what you feel is real"
Ain't got no picture postcards, ain't got no souvenirs
My baby, she don't know me when I'm thinking bout those years
Pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire
Sucking up to someone just to stoke the fire
Picking out the highlights of the scenery
Saw a little cloud that looked a little like me
I had my hands in the river, my feet back up on the banks
Looked up to the Lord above and said, "Hey, man thanks"
Sometimes I feel so good, I gotta scream
She said, "Gordie baby, I know exactly what you mean"
She said, she said
I swear to God she said
Oh no, no yeah
My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in?
New Orleans is sinking, man, and I don't wanna swim
Swim
Writer(s): Gordon Downie, Robert Baker, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Gordon Sinclair
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