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Jerusalem Tomorrow
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Emmylou Harris
Emmylou Harris
Chant
Roy Huskey, Jr.
Roy Huskey, Jr.
Basse acoustique
Chris Leuzinger
Chris Leuzinger
Guitare acoustique
Sam Levine
Sam Levine
Clarinette
Richard Bennett
Richard Bennett
Guitare
Dave Hoffner
Dave Hoffner
Claviers
Al Perkins
Al Perkins
Pedal steel guitar
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
David Olney
David Olney
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Richard Aspinwall
Richard Aspinwall
Assistance d’ingénierie
Richard Bennett
Richard Bennett
Production
Mark Miller
Mark Miller
Ingénierie de prise de son
Allen Reynolds
Allen Reynolds
Production

Paroles

Man you should have seen me way back then I could tell a tale, I could make it spin I could tell you black was white I could tell you day was night Not only that I could tell you why Back then I could really tell a lie Well, I'd hire a kid to say that he was lame Then I'd touch him and I'd make him walk again Then I'd pull some magic trick I'd pretend to heal the sick I was takin' everything they had to give It wasn't all that bad a way to live Well, I'm in this desert town and it's hot as hell But no one's buyin' what I got to sell I make my lame kid walk I make a dumb guy talk I'm preachin' up a storm both night and day But everyone just turns and walks away Well, I can see that I'm only wasting time So I head across the road to drink some wine This old man comes up to me He says, "I'd seen you on the street You're pretty good if I do say so myself But the guy comin' through last month He was somethin' else" Instead of callin' out for fire from above He just gets real quiet and talks about love And I'll tell you somethin' funny He didn't want nobody's money Now I'm not exactly sure What this all means But it's the damnest thing I swear I've ever seen Well, since that time every town is the same I can't make a dime, I don't know why I came I decide I'll go and find him And find out who's behind him He has everyone convinced that he's for real Well, I figure we can work us out a deal So he offers me a job and I say fine He says I'll get paid off on down the line Well, I guess I'll string along Don't see how too much can go wrong As long as he pays my way I guess I'll follow We're headed for Jerusalem tomorrow
Writer(s): David Charles Olney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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