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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Foy Vance
Chant
Karita Law
Chœurs
Shanay Johnson
Chœurs
Dough Moffet
Saxophone baryton
David Hood
Basse
Jeremy Gibson
Batterie
Heath Fogg
Guitare électrique
Charles Rose
Trombone
Spooner Oldham
Claviers
Brad Guin
Saxophone ténor
Steve Herrman
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Foy Vance
Composition
Charles Rose
Arrangement de cors
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Foy Vance
Production
John Gifford
Assistance d’ingénierie
Ben Tanner
Production
Kim Rosen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
When the sins of my father weigh down in my soul
And the pain of my mother will not let me go
Well, I know there can come fire from the sky to refine the purest of kings
Even though, I know this fire brings me pain
Even so, Lord just the same
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Every seed needs the water before it grows out of the ground
But it just keeps on getting hard, and the hunger more profound
Well, I know there can come tears from the eye, but they may as well be in vain
Even though I know these tears will bring me pain
Even so, Lord just the same
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Well, the sea is filled with water, stops by the shore
Just like the riches of grandeur never reach the poor
Let the clouds fill with thunderous applause, oh let lightning be the veins
Fill the sky with all that they can draw, when it's time to make a change
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Writer(s): Foy Vance
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