Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Old Crow Medicine Show
Old Crow Medicine Show
Interprète
Cory Younts
Cory Younts
Mandoline
Ketch Secor
Ketch Secor
Chant
Jerry Pentecost
Jerry Pentecost
Batterie
Mason Via
Mason Via
Harmonies vocales
Morgan Jahnig
Morgan Jahnig
Basse
mike harris
mike harris
Dobro
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ketch Secor
Ketch Secor
Composition
Mason Via
Mason Via
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Old Crow Medicine Show
Old Crow Medicine Show
Production
Matt Ross-Spang
Matt Ross-Spang
Ingénierie de mixage
Sally Williams
Sally Williams
Production déléguée
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Slack your rope, coil it around This here town's just like a hanging ground It's factory, gas station, or join It's a chain link prison with a tangling wire And you gonna get cut 'cause you can't climb any higher Factory, gas station, or join Oh, but I got dreams of a different plan Crossing the river to the promised land I wanna go down in flames with my sweet Janie Try to get the hell out of Allegheny With a hand on the bottle and one on the wheel Won't be a slave to the iron and steel Damned whichever way I'm going, my fate on the flip of a coin It's factory, gas station, or join Whole county wide is a cut speed trap It's a half inch of water and a Quikrete sack Factory, gas station, or join Got your back in the corner, feel the urge to kill When the light in the tunnel looks like a little white pill Factory, gas station, or join Oh, but I got dreams of a different plan Crossing the river to the promised land I wanna go down in flames with my sweet Janie Try get the hell out of Allegheny With a hand on the bottle and one on the wheel Won't be slave to the iron and steel Damned whichever way I'm going, my fate on the flip of a coin It's factory, gas station, or join La la la, la la la La la la la la la La la la la la La la la la li La la la, la la la La la la la la la Hush little baby, don't you cry So pick your uniform, but choose it well Prepare thyself, your soul to sell Factory, gas station, or join Oh, but I got dreams of a different plan I'm going down the river gonna wash my hands Me and Janie gonna come out clean not smelling like smoke and gasoline With a hand on the bottle and one on the wheel Won't be a slave to the iron and steel These choices are no choice at all, just the flipping of a coin It's factory, gas station, or join Oh, but I won't choose no factory I won't work no station, and I sure as hell won't join
Writer(s): Ketch Secor, James Mason Via Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out