Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Curtis Mayfield
Chant
Morris Jennings
Batterie
Craig McCullen
Guitare
Master Henry Gibson
Percussion
Joseph Scott
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Curtis Mayfield
Paroles/Composition
Johnny Pate
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Curtis Mayfield
Production
Irv Stimler
Production
Roger Anfinsen
Ingénierie de prise de son
Bill Inglot
Production de réédition
Dan Hersch
Ingénierie de mastérisation
David McLees
Production de réédition
Paroles
It's so hard to understand
There was love in this man
I'm sure all would agree
That his misery
Was his woman and things
Now Freddie's dead
That's what I said
Everybody's misused him
Ripped him off and abused him
Another junkie plan
Pushin' dope for the man
A terrible blow
But that's how it goes
A Freddie's on the corner now
If you wanna be a junkie, well
Remember Freddie's dead
We're all built up with progress
But sometimes, I must confess
We can deal with rockets and dreams
But, reality
What does it mean?
Ain't nothing said
'Cause Freddie's dead
Hey, hey
Lord, Lord
Hey, hey
Yeah, yeah
Ha, ha
Lord, Lord
Yeah, yeah
Ha, ha
Yeah, yeah
Freddie's dead
All I want is some peace of mind
With a little love I'm trying to find
This could be such a beautiful world
With a wonderful girl
Ooh, I need a woman child
Don't wanna be like Freddie, now
'Cause Freddie's dead
Hey, hey
Yeah, yeah
If you don't try
You're gonna die
Why can't we brothers
Protect one another?
No one's serious
And it makes me furious
Don't be misled
Just think of Fred
Everybody's misused him
Ripped him off and abused him
Another junkie plan
Pushin' dope for the man
A Freddie's on the corner now
If you wanna be a junkie, well
Remember, Freddie's dead
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Freddie's dead
Hey, Hey
Ha, ha
Lord, Lord
Ha, ha
Ooh, ooh
Hey, hey
Lord, Lord
Hey, hey
Writer(s): Curtis Mayfield
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