Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Randy Newman
Direction d’orchestre
Ron Elliott
Guitare acoustique
Bernie Leadon
Chœurs
Don Henley
Chœurs
Glenn Frey
Chœurs
Red Callender
Basse
Russ Titelman
Basse
Willie Weeks
Basse
Jim Keltner
Batterie
Milt Holland
Percussion
John Platania
Pedal steel guitar
Bobbye Hall Porter
Percussion
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Randy Newman
Paroles
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Donn Landee
Ingénierie de mixage
Russ Titelman
Production
Lee Herschberg
Ingénierie de mixage
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Lenny Waronker
Production
Paroles
Yes Baby, I been drinkin'
And I shouldn't come by, I know
But I found myself in trouble
And I had no place else to go
Got some whiskey from the barman
Got some cocaine from a friend
I just had to keep on movin'
'Til I was back in your arms again
I'm guilty
Baby, I'm guilty
And I'll be guilty for the rest of my life
How come I never do
What I'm supposed to do
How come nothing that I try to do
Ever turns out right
You know--You know how it is with me, Baby
You know I just can't stand myself
It takes a whole lotta medicine
For me to pretend that I'm somebody else
Writer(s): Randy Newman
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