Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Billy Strings
Billy Strings
Guitare acoustique
Billy Failing
Billy Failing
Banjo
Jarrod Walker
Jarrod Walker
Mandoline
Jerry Douglas
Jerry Douglas
Dobro
Royal Masat
Royal Masat
Contrebasse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jarrod Walker
Jarrod Walker
Paroles/Composition
William Apostol
William Apostol
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Glenn Brown
Glenn Brown
Production

Paroles

One, two
One, two
Well, I'm going to Florida, I'm going to Maine
No matter where I roam, everything's the same
I can sketch out a plan, I can change my name
No matter where I roam, everything's the same
I've been a lock pick, I've been a thief
I'll lie to your face and make you believe
I'll tear through town like a hurricane
No matter where I roam, everything's the same
I killed a rounder, I killed a priest
I stole the gold right out of their teeth
I sold my soul for fortune and fame
No matter where I roam, everything's the same
Well, I'll drink your whiskey, I'll drink your beer
By this time tomorrow, I'll be anywhere but here
I'll burn down your orchard and dance in the flame
No matter where I roam, everything's the same
It's always goodbye, it's always farewell
The day I slow down would be a cold day in hell
And I'm on the run, it's a crying shame
No matter where I roam, everything's the same
Well, I'm on the run, it's a crying shame
No matter where I roam, everything's the same
Written by: Jarrod Walker, William Apostol
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