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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Chant
Robbie Robertson
Robbie Robertson
Guitare
Levon Helm
Levon Helm
Batterie
Richard Manuel
Richard Manuel
Piano
Garth Hudson
Garth Hudson
Orgue
Rick Danko
Rick Danko
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bob Fraboni
Bob Fraboni
Ingénierie
Nat Jeffrey
Nat Jeffrey
Assistance d’ingénierie

Paroles

Tough Mama Meat shakin' on your bones I'm gonna go down to the river and get some stones Sister's on the highway with that steel-drivin' crew Papa's in the big house, his workin' days are through Tough Mama Can I blow a little smoke on you? Dark Beauty Won't you move over and give me some room? It's my duty to bring you down to the field where the flowers bloom Ashes in the furnace, dust on the rise You came through it all the way, flyin' through the skies Dark Beauty With that long night's journey in your eyes Sweet Goddess Born of a blinding light and a changing wind Now, don't be modest, you know who you are and where you've been Jack The Cowboy went up north, he's buried in the past The Lone Wolf went out drinking, that was over pretty fast Sweet Goddess Your perfect stranger's comin' on in at last Silver Angel With the badge of the lonesome road written on your sleeve I'd be grateful if this golden ring you'd receive Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch Sweet Goddess It must be time to carve another notch I'm crestfallen The world of illusion is at my door I ain't a-haulin' any of my lambs to the marketplace anymore The prison walls are crumblin' down, there is no end in sight I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite Sweet Beauty Meet me at the border late tonight
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