Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
David Crosby
Chant
Jimmy Webb
Piano
Leland Sklar
Basse
Jim Keltner
Batterie
Bernie Leadon
Guitare
Michael Landau
Guitare
Graham Nash
Harmonies vocales
Jackson Browne
Harmonies vocales
Benmont Tench
Claviers
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
JIMMY L WEBB
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Don Was
Production
Paroles
I recall my so called misspent youth
It seems more worthwhile every single day
Cruisin' Van Nuys and actin' so uncooth
All the joys of runnin' away
There was no speed limit on the Nevada state line
The air was red wine on those top-down nights
Just you and me, my old rollarskate
And the common sense to know our rights
Sweet, old racin' car of mine
Roarin' down that broken line
I never been so much alive
Too fast for comfort
Too low to fly
Too young to die
You say a man can't love a material thing
With aluminum skin and a cast iron soul
But they never heard your engine sing
Ah, there's peace in losing control
"Sticky Fingers" turned up real loud
Ah, we were flirtin' with catastrophe
We were doin' everything that's not allowed
Life didn't come with a warranty, for you and me
Sweet, old racin' car of mine
Roarin' down that broken line
I never been so much alive
Too fast for comfort
Too low to fly
Too young to die
There is peace in losing control
When I die I don't wanna go to heaven
I just wanna drive my beautiful machine
Up North, on some Sonoma Country road
With Jimmy Dean and Steve McQueen
All the boys be singin', singin'
Sweet, old racin' car of mine
Roarin' down that broken line
I never felt so much alive
Too fast for comfort
Too low to fly
Too young to die
Just a little bit too young
Too young
To die
Writer(s): Jimmy Webb
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