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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Hal Jon Vorpahl
Hal Jon Vorpahl
Basse
Jon Grossman
Jon Grossman
Claviers
Josh Greco
Josh Greco
Batterie
Kevin Galloway
Kevin Galloway
Guitare
Mark "Gumb" Williams
Mark "Gumb" Williams
Violoncelle
Michael Carpenter
Michael Carpenter
Guitare principale
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Hal Jon Vorpahl
Hal Jon Vorpahl
Paroles/Composition
Jon Grossman
Jon Grossman
Paroles/Composition
Josh Greco
Josh Greco
Paroles/Composition
Kevin Galloway
Kevin Galloway
Paroles/Composition
Michael Carpenter
Michael Carpenter
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jack Clarke
Jack Clarke
Ingénierie de mixage
John Richard Baldwin
John Richard Baldwin
Ingénierie de mastérisation
R.S. Field
R.S. Field
Production
Van Fletcher
Van Fletcher
Production

Paroles

Took my first breath where the muddy Brazos Spills into the Gulf of Mexico Where the skyline's colored by chemical plants That put the bread on the table of the workin' man Where the workin' man does his best to provide Safety and shelter for kids and a wife Giving a little of his soul every day Makin' overtime to keep the wolves away I was barely 13 when the company men Tried to dig my daddy's grave It happened on a French-owned tanker ship Spillin' poison in the Galveston Bay Where the liquid fire filled his lungs and his eyes Silenced any mortal cries Cold in the grave, but death stinging pain He fought like hell to keep the wolves away For the next few years, Dad was sick as a dog But he made recovery just to spite the odds The settlement came, and we moved out of town Where the sky isn't heavy with refinery clouds Yeah, he's still alive, he's doing good, he's in his fifties But the money's running out, and he's pinching for pennies So I'm going for broke with every song I play 'Cause now it's my turn to keep the wolves away
Writer(s): Kevin O'neil Galloway Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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