Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Pam Tillis
Chœurs
Paul Leim
Batterie
Eddie Bayers
Batterie
Glenn Worf
Guitare basse
Carl Jackson
Chœurs
Larry Byrom
Guitare électrique
John Jorgenson
Guitare électrique
Steve Gibson
Guitare électrique
Bruce C. Bouton
Steel guitar
Mark O'Connor
Violon
Dennis Burnside
Piano
Matt Rollings
Piano
Ashley Cleveland
Chœurs
Tricia Walker
Chœurs
Karen Staley
Chœurs
Vicki Hampton
Chœurs
Harry Stinson
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Pam Tillis
Composition
Rick Carnes
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Paul Worley
Production
Ed Seay
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
My eyes may be hollow
My face may be pale
I may just be a shadow of my former self
But tonight the ghost of heartaches past
Is steppin' into town
Gonna haunt the places where we used to hang around
Draggin' my chains
Draggin' my chains
I'm movin' in slow motion but it's motion just the same
Pulling the weight of yesterday's pain
I may not be free yet, but
I'm draggin' my chains
Some chains are made of gold
Some chains are made of steel
Just 'cause you can't see these chains
Don't mean they're not real
Until I find the weakest line in your memory
I'll be a prisoner of love tryin' to break free
Draggin' my chains
Draggin' my chains
I'm movin' in slow motion but it's motion just the same
Pulling the weight of yesterday's pain
I may not be free yet, but
I'm draggin' my chains
Written by: Pam Tillis, Rick Carnes