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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Gene Clark
Gene Clark
Chant
Carla Olson
Carla Olson
Chant
Chris Hillman
Chris Hillman
Mandoline
Ed Black
Ed Black
Pedal steel guitar
Hans Christian
Hans Christian
Violoncelle
J. Michael Huey
J. Michael Huey
Batterie
Otha Young
Otha Young
Guitare acoustique
Randy Fuller
Randy Fuller
Banjo
Roscoe Beck
Roscoe Beck
Basse acoustique
Skip Edwards
Skip Edwards
Claviers
Stephen McCarthy
Stephen McCarthy
Lap steel guitar
Tom Jr Morgan
Tom Jr Morgan
Flûte
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Carla Olson
Carla Olson
Paroles/Composition
Joe Read
Joe Read
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Gene Clark
Gene Clark
Production
Carla Olson
Carla Olson
Production
J. Michael Huey
J. Michael Huey
Production
Rick Novak
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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