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Hard-Core Troubadour
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INTERPRÉTATION
Steve Earle
Steve Earle
Chant
Kris Wilkinson String Section
Kris Wilkinson String Section
Direction d’orchestre
Garry Tallent
Garry Tallent
Basse
Kelly Looney
Kelly Looney
Basse
Ric Kipp
Ric Kipp
Basse
Roy M. “Junior” Husky
Basse
Robert Mason
Robert Mason
Violoncelle
Custer
Custer
Batterie
Rick Schell
Rick Schell
Batterie
Ray Kennedy
Ray Kennedy
Guitare
Richard Bennett
Richard Bennett
Guitare
Ken Moore
Ken Moore
Orgue
Dub Cornett
Dub Cornett
Percussion
Lee Larrison
Lee Larrison
Alto
Carl Gorodetzky
Carl Gorodetzky
Violon
Pamela Sixfin
Pamela Sixfin
Violon
Richard Grosjean
Richard Grosjean
Violon
Logan
Logan
Chant
Lucinda Williams
Lucinda Williams
Chant
The Fairfield Four
The Fairfield Four
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Steve Earle
Steve Earle
Composition
Kris Wilkinson String Section
Kris Wilkinson String Section
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dan Leffler
Dan Leffler
Assistance d’ingénierie
James Bauer
James Bauer
Assistance d’ingénierie
Peter Coleman
Peter Coleman
Ingénierie
Ray Kennedy
Ray Kennedy
Production
Richard Dodd
Richard Dodd
Ingénierie de mixage
Richard Bennett
Richard Bennett
Production
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Mark Prentice
Mark Prentice
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

Girl Don't bother in lockin' door He's out there hollering Darlin' don't you love me no more? You always let him in before Now didn't you? He's just singin' the some old song That he always sang before He's the last of the hard-core troubadours Now, girl Better figure out which is which Wherefore art thou Romeo You son of a bitch You'd just as soon fight as switch Now wouldn't you? He's come to make love on your satin sheets Wake up on your livin' room floor He's the last of the hard-core troubadours And now he's the last of the all night, do right Stand beneath your window 'til daylight He's the last of the hard-core troubadours Baby, what you waitin' for? Alright Girl Figure out what you're gonna do When he moves on again And he leaves you alone and blue But you knew he is just passin' through Now didn't you? And now you can't just say this is the last time baby Like you always did before He's the last of the hard-core troubadours And now he's the last of the all night, do right Stand beneath your window 'til daylight He's the last of the hard-core troubadours Baby, what you waitin' for? He's the last of the all night, do right Hey Rosalita, won't you come out tonight? He's the last of the hard-core troubadours
Writer(s): Steve Earle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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