Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Wilko Johnson
Guitare
Roger Daltrey
Chant
Norman Watt-Roy
Basse
Dylan Howe
Batterie
Mick Talbot
Piano
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Wilko Johnson
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dave Eringa
Production
Jake Rousham
Ingénierie
Ed Woods
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
I like to fly but I stick close to the ground
If I get too high somebody always wants to shoot me down
There used to be a time when you could get your fun
Didn't have to watch yourself with anyone
Seems like these days everybody's carrying a gun
I had a girl, cute as she could be
I thought that girl would never love no-one but me
She looked like an angel, she was so young
I told myself that child could never hurt no-one
Seems like these days everybody's carrying a gun
I might shake your hand and say how do you do
You got to understand if I don't want to talk to you
Too many people out in the sun sun sun
Cut you if you stand, shoot you if you run
Seems like these days everybody's carrying a gun
Writer(s): Wilko Johnson
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