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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Jill Johnson
Jill Johnson
Chant
Doug Seegers
Doug Seegers
Chant
Dave Roe
Dave Roe
Basse
Robby Turner
Robby Turner
Pedal steel guitar
Bob Williams
Bob Williams
Guitare électrique
Bryan Owings
Bryan Owings
Batterie
Barbara Lamb
Barbara Lamb
Violon
Phil Madeira
Phil Madeira
Orgue
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Emmylou Harris
Emmylou Harris
Paroles/Composition
Bill Danoff
Bill Danoff
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jill Johnson
Jill Johnson
Production
Doug Seegers
Doug Seegers
Production
Joe Chiccarelli
Joe Chiccarelli
Production
Mats Lindfors
Mats Lindfors
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

I don't want to hear a love song
I got on this airplane just to fly
And I know there's life below me
But all that it can show me is the prairie and the sky
And I don't want to hear a sad story
Full of heartbreak and desire
The last time I felt like this
It was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain
In the night and I watched it burn
I watched it burn, I watched it burn
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face
Well, you really got me this time
And the hardest part is knowing I'll survive
I 've come to listen for the sound
Of the trucks as they move down out on ninety five
And pretend that it's the ocean
Coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean
Baby, do you know what I mean
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace
I would walk all the way from boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face
If I thought I could see, I could see your face
Written by: Bill Danoff, Emmylou Harris
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