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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Brandi Carlile
Chant
Phil Hanseroth
Basse
Tim Hanseroth
Chant
Tom Elmhirst
Programmation
Shooter Jennings
Piano
Chris Powell
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brandi Carlile
Paroles/Composition
Phil Hanseroth
Paroles/Composition
Tim Hanseroth
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Matt Scatchell
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Brandon Bell
Ingénierie
Pete Lyman
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Tom Elmhirst
Ingénierie de mixage
Shooter Jennings
Production
Dave Cobb
Production
Phillip Smith
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
I wear my father's leather
On the inside of my skin
I'm a tried and weathered woman
But I won't be tried again
Don't think that you can come
For me without your Sunday best
You had better call your priest
And hope the devil gets the rest
Before I do
Oh, and I will do
I've worn the jester's bells
And I have vanished with the fools
I have worshiped at the altar of the
Puppet master's rule
I have held my tongue too many scenes
Before the final act
With my children in the cheap seats
And a zipper on my back
Thanks to you
No, thanks to you
Tethered in wide open spaces
In fields that lead for miles
Right into the barrel of a gun
Mendin' up your fences with my
Horses runnin' wild
Only broken horses know to run
Oh, I have ever so politely treaded softly for your praise
I have whispered through the tears
And pleaded sweetly to your face
It is time to spit you out
Like lukewarm water from my mouth
I will always taste the apathy
But I won't pass it down
Enough with you
You, you
Tethered in wide open spaces
In fields that lead for miles
Right into the barrel of a gun
Mendin' up your fences with my
Horses runnin' wild
Only broken horses know to run
Oh, I wear my father's leather
On the inside of my skin
I'm a tried and weathered woman
But I won't be tried again
Don't think that you can come
For me without your Sunday best
You had better call your priest
And hope the devil gets the rest
Before I do
Oh, and I will do
Tethered in wide open spaces
In fields that lead for miles
Right into the barrel of a gun
Mendin' up your fences with my
Horses runnin' wild
Only broken horses know to run
Writer(s): Brandi Marie Carlile, Timothy Jay Hanseroth, Phillip John Hanseroth
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