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