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Titres les plus populaires de Gene Clark
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Gene Clark
Chant
Carla Olson
Chant
Chris Hillman
Mandoline
Ed Black
Pedal steel guitar
Hans Christian
Violoncelle
J. Michael Huey
Batterie
Otha Young
Guitare acoustique
Randy Fuller
Banjo
Roscoe Beck
Basse acoustique
Skip Edwards
Claviers
Stephen McCarthy
Lap steel guitar
Tom Jr Morgan
Flûte
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Carla Olson
Paroles/Composition
Joe Read
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Gene Clark
Production
Carla Olson
Production
J. Michael Huey
Production
Rick Novak
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Jesse and the padre try to keep things cool
Knowing exactly how to make stone into jewels
The judge was the kind of man who always talked fast
And the way things were going
His world wouldn't last
The desperados make a plan
To set the town on fire
And when they try to make a stand
They were ambushed at the wire
And the drifter never stays to fight
He keeps running till he's way out of sight
But it gets him nowhere
And the drifter never pays the price
He keeps running through the day and the night
But he's running to nowhere
The judge said boys don't you know this town is mine
Don't going try to change it everything will be just fine
Those desperadoes don't pay them no mind
Everybody knows that they can't read or write
The judge put Jesse in the jail
Although there was no crime
The padre tried to get him out
With a stick of dynamite
And the drifter never stays to fight
He keeps running till he's way out of sight
But it gets him nowhere
And the drifter never pays a price
He keeps running through the day and the night
But he's running to nowhere
Oh no...
The drifter knows he can't always go with the tide
The time will come when he'll have to choose up sides
Which way will he go will it be left or right?
The judge says things are either black or white
The desperados make a plan
To set the town on fire
And when they try to make a stand
They were ambushed at the wire
And the drifter never stays to fight
He keeps running till he's way out of sight
But it gets him nowhere
And the drifter never pays the price
He keeps running through the day and the night
But he's running to nowhere
Oh no
Writer(s): Carla Olson, Joe Read, Tom Junior Morgan
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