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INTERPRÉTATION
Ry Cooder
Ry Cooder
Chant
George Bohannon
George Bohannon
Cor baryton
Flaco Jimenz
Flaco Jimenz
Accordéon
Hugo Gonzales
Hugo Gonzales
Banjo
Chris Ethridge
Chris Ethridge
Basse
Jim Keltner
Jim Keltner
Batterie
Atta Isaacs
Atta Isaacs
Guitare
Red Callender
Red Callender
Tuba
Benny Powell
Benny Powell
Trombone
Milt Holland
Milt Holland
Batterie
Oscar Brashear
Oscar Brashear
Cornet à pistons
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ry Cooder
Ry Cooder
Arrangement
George Bohannon
George Bohannon
Arrangement de cors
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ry Cooder
Ry Cooder
Production
Russ Titelman
Russ Titelman
Production
Lee Herschberg
Lee Herschberg
Ingénierie de mixage
Loyd Clift
Loyd Clift
Ingénierie

Paroles

And I went down to a big crap game 'Twas certainly against my will I lost every doggone nickel I had But a greenback dollar bill 40 dollar that laid on the floor My buddy's point was nine Well, the police they come in there and caught all of 'em But I got mine I got mine, let me tell ya I got mine I grabbed that money, out the back door I went flying Well, ever since the big crap game I've been livin' on chicken and wine I'm the leader of society since I got mine I know a barber shop, it's a way 'cross town Down on Norfolk Street It's the only place on a Saturday night That us gamblers gets to meet Some comes for a haircut And others come for a scrap And when you see me and my buddies up there, man We means to shoot some crap Hollering, "Seven-eleven, won't you come, come, come!" If you don't seven-eleven them, you're done, done, done If I see the police before he sees me, I'm gonna run, run, run I'm the leader of society since I got mine Well, I went down to my best girl's house And the hour was just about nine I wasn't dressed up like Henry Ford But I was feeling just as fine And I caught her sitting on another man's knee And I didn't like that sign Well, I told them what I thought about it, boys And I got mine I got mine, I got mine I grabbed my hat and through the window I went flying I ran as fast as I could run, but I didn't get there in time Because the rascal grabbed a shotgun, Lord And I got mine And I got mine Surely I just didn't run faster
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