Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Joe Walsh
Guitare
Jim Fox
Batterie
Dale Peters
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Joe Walsh
Composition
James Fox
Composition
Maurice Ravel
Composition
Carel Werber
Composition
Vince Guaraldi
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bill Szymczyk
Production
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
When I became of age my mama sat me down
Said, "Son, you're growin' up, it's time you look around"
So I began to notice some things I hadn't seen before
That's what brought me here knockin' on your back door
Oh, yeah
A closet queen, the bus stop's dream, she wants to shake my hand
I don't want to be there, she decides she can
It's Apple Dan, he's just the man to pick fruit off your branches
I can't sleep, and we can't keep this cattle on my ranches
Oh, yeah
It's too strong, somethings wrong and I guess I lost the feelin'
I don't mind the games you play but I don't like your dealin'
The cards looked bad, the luck's been had and there's nothing left to smoke
We'll all be back tomorrow for the punchline of the joke
Oh, Oh... Oh, Oh...
Writer(s): Dale Peters, Joseph Fidler Walsh, James K. Fox
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