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Titres les plus populaires de Hudson-Ford
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Hudson-Ford
Interprète
John Ford
Chant
Richard Hudson
Chant
Tom Allom
Piano
Jack Emblow
Accordéon
Del Newman
Interprète
Billy Bell
Banjo
Chris Parren
Piano
Gerry Conway
Batterie
Rick Wakeman
Piano
Micky Keen
Steel guitar
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
John Ford
Composition
Richard Hudson
Composition
Del Newman
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
John Ford
Production
Richard Hudson
Production
Tom Allom
Production
Paroles
Going down the good road
With no money in hand
Long as I got to you
My clothes are awful dirty
And my shoes filled with sand
But turn me down
Yes you do
Getting tired
Ooh, getting sore
If I ain't gonna get my way
I'm straight out that door
Well, I've travelled half the county
For better paid jobs
To help me get the things you want
But I never knew I couldn't trust you
I see I've been away far too long
Getting tired
Ooh, getting sore
If I ain't gonna get my way
I'm straight out that door
Oh, you haven't got a heart
You haven't got a heart in you at all
First you give it all away
And make me your slave
And I end up right here on the floor
Take it back
Take it back
Take it back
Take it back
Take it back
Take it back
Take it back
Take it back
I had no other reason for being apart
Than to give you a better home
So go ahead and eat me but spit out my heart
Cos you ain't gonna try and a pick my bones
Getting tired
Ooh, getting sore
If I ain't gonna get my way
I'm straight out that door
Well, I've travelled half the county
For better paid jobs
To help me get the things you want
But I never knew I couldn't trust you
I see I've been away far too long
Take it back
Take it back
Take it back
Take it back...
Writer(s): John Henry Ford, Richard William Hudson
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