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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones
Interprète
Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
Moog
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Programmation
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Chant
Keith Richards
Keith Richards
Guitare
Ron Wood
Ron Wood
Guitare
Charlie Watts
Charlie Watts
Batterie
Chuck Leavell
Chuck Leavell
Claviers
Darryl Jones
Darryl Jones
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Paroles/Composition
Keith Richards
Keith Richards
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Don Was
Don Was
Production
Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
Co‑production
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Production complémentaire
Matt Clifford
Matt Clifford
Ingénierie
Delbert Bowers
Delbert Bowers
Ingénierie de mixage
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

I had a dream last night I was piloting a plane And all the passengers were drunk and insane I crash landed in a Louisiana swamp Shot up a horde of zombies, but I come out on top What's it all about? Guess it just reflects my mood Sitting in the dirt Feeling kind of hurt All I hear is doom and gloom And all is darkness in my room Through the light your face I see Baby, take a chance Baby, won't you dance with me? Lost all that treasure in an overseas war Just goes to show you don't get what you paid for Battle to the rich and you worry about the poor Put my feet up on the couch And lock all the doors Hear a funky noise That's the tightening of the screws I'm feeling kind of hurt Sitting in the dirt All I hear is doom and gloom But when those drums go boom, boom, boom And through the night your face I see Baby, take a chance Baby, won't you dance with me? Yeah Baby, won't you dance with me? Oh, yeah Fracking deep for a while But there's nothing in the sump There's kids all picking at the garbage dumb I'm running out of water, so I better prime the pump I'm trying to stay sober, but I end up drunk We'll be eating dirt Living on the side of the road There's some food for thought Kind of makes your head explode I'm feeling kind of hurt, yeah But all I hear is doom and gloom And all is darkness in my room Through the night your face I see Baby, come on Baby, won't you dance with me? Yeah Yeah Baby, won't you dance with me? I'm feeling kind of hurt Baby, won't you dance with me? Oh, yeah Come on, dance with me I'm sitting in the dirt Baby, won't you dance with me?
Writer(s): Michael (mick) Jagger, Keith (gb) Richards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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