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Amarillo (2003 Remaster)
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Emmylou Harris
Emmylou Harris
Chant
Brian Ahern
Brian Ahern
Guitare acoustique
Herb Pedersen
Herb Pedersen
Banjo
Linda Ronstadt
Linda Ronstadt
Chœurs
Emory Gordy
Emory Gordy
Basse
John Ware
John Ware
Batterie
James Burton
James Burton
Guitare électrique
Micky Raphael
Micky Raphael
Harmonica
Hank DeVito
Hank DeVito
Pedal steel guitar
Glen D. Hardin
Glen D. Hardin
Piano
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Emmylou Harris
Emmylou Harris
Paroles/Composition
Rodney Crowell
Rodney Crowell
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Brian Ahern
Brian Ahern
Production
Bradley Hartman
Bradley Hartman
Ingénierie
Miles Wilkinson
Miles Wilkinson
Ingénierie
Stuart Taylor
Stuart Taylor
Ingénierie

Paroles

My baby never was the cheatin' kind But it wasn't 'cause the ladies didn't try Now everywhere we go They're walkin' 'round him slow Givin' him a flutter and a sigh Now I got him past that redhead in Atlanta Lord I walked all over that black-eyed cajun queen But outside of Amarillo, he found his thrill, I'll tell you Oh, I lost him to a jukebox and a pinball machine Oh Amarillo, what'd you want my baby for? Oh Amarillo, now he won't come home no more You done played a trick on me Hooked him in the first degree Put another quarter Push Dolly and then Porter While he racks up fifty thousand on the pinball machine If we only hadn't stopped in there for coffee If someone hadn't played, "The Window Up Above" Oh he'd still be mine today But he heard those fiddles play One look and then I knew this must be love Oh that pinball machine was in the corner Well he saw the lights and he had to hear 'em ring And he never was the same after he won his first free game Oh I lost him to a jukebox and a pinball machine Oh Amarillo, what'd you want my baby for Oh Amarillo, now he won't come home no more You done played a trick on me Hooked him in the first degree Put another quarter Push Dolly and then Porter While he racks up fifty thousand on the pinball machine Oh Amarillo, what'd you want my baby for? Oh Amarillo now he won't come home no more, oh You done played a trick on me Hooked him in the first degree He put in another quarter Push Dolly and then Porter While he racks up fifty thousand on the pinball machine
Writer(s): Rodney Crowell, Emmylou Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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