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INTERPRÉTATION
Adam Duritz
Chant
Charlie Gillingham
Accordéon
David Immergluck
Mandoline
Maria McKee
Chœurs
Matthew Malley
Basse
Steve Bowman
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Steve Bowman
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Malley
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Vickrey
Paroles/Composition
Adam Duritz
Paroles/Composition
Ben Mize
Paroles/Composition
Charlie Gillingham
Paroles/Composition
David Bryson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
T Bone Burnett
Production
Pat McCarthy
Ingénierie de mixage
Gary Gersh
Production déléguée
Scott Litt
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Start tearing the old man down
Run past the heather and down to the old road
Start turning the grain into the ground
Roll a new leaf over
In the middle of the night
There's an old man treading around in the gathered rain
"Hey mister, if you wanna walk on water
Could you drop a line my way?"
Omaha, somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you'd better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door
Start threading the needle
Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room
Start turning the wool across the wire
Roll the new life over
In the middle of the night
There's an old man threading his toes through a bucket of rain
"Hey mister, you don't wanna walk on water
'Cause you're only gonna walk all over me"
Omaha, somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you'd better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door
Start running the banner down
Drop past the color come up through the summer rain
Start turning the girl into the ground
Roll a new love over
In the middle of the day
There's a young man rolling around in the earth and rain
"Hey mister, if you're gonna walk on water
You know, you're only gonna walk all over me"
Omaha, somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you'd better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door
Omaha, oh, somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you'd better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door
Oh, sweet Omaha
Sunday morning, I'm coming home today
Writer(s): Adam Frederic Duritz, David Lynn Bryson, Daniel John Vickrey, Matthew Mark Malley, Charles Thomas Gillingham, Ben G. Mize, Steve Bowman
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