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INTERPRÉTATION
Blake Shelton
Blake Shelton
Voix principales
Tim Lauer
Tim Lauer
Claviers
John Willis
John Willis
Guitare acoustique
Dennis Wilson
Dennis Wilson
Chœurs
Rachel Proctor
Rachel Proctor
Chœurs
Alison Brown
Alison Brown
Banjo
Alison Prestwood
Alison Prestwood
Basse
Anthony Lamarchina
Anthony Lamarchina
Violoncelle
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Pedal steel guitar
Chad Cromwell
Chad Cromwell
Batterie
Shannon Forrest
Shannon Forrest
Batterie
Brent Rowan
Brent Rowan
Guitare électrique
Andrea Zonn
Andrea Zonn
Violon folklorique
Jonathan Yudkin
Jonathan Yudkin
Violon folklorique
Rob Hajacos
Rob Hajacos
Violon folklorique
Terry McMillan
Terry McMillan
Harmonica
Scotty Sanders
Scotty Sanders
Guitare
Mike Rojas
Mike Rojas
Piano
Bobby Braddock
Bobby Braddock
Synthétiseur
Steve Gibson
Steve Gibson
Sitar
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Don Goodman
Don Goodman
Paroles/Composition
Mark Sherrill
Mark Sherrill
Paroles/Composition
James Bohon
James Bohon
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Denny Purcell
Denny Purcell
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Ed Seay
Ed Seay
Ingénierie de mixage
Bobby Braddock
Bobby Braddock
Production
Graham Lewis
Graham Lewis
Assistance d’ingénierie
Howell Luther
Howell Luther
Assistance d’ingénierie
John Saylor
John Saylor
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Well I caught my wife with another man And it cost me ninety nine On a prison farm in Georgia Close to the Florida line Well I'd been here for 2 long years I finally made the warden my friend And so he sentenced me to a life of ease Taking care of Ol Red Now Ol' Red he's the damnedest dog that I've ever seen Got a nose that can smell a two day trail He's a four legged tracking machine You can consider yourself mighty lucky To get past the gators and the quicksand beds But all these years that I've been here Ain't nobody got past Red And the warden sang Come on somebody Why don't you run Ol' Red's itchin' to have a little fun Get my lantern Get my gun Red'll have you treed before the mornin' comes Well I paid off the guard and I slipped out a letter To my cousin up in Tennessee Oh and he brought down a blue tick hound She was pretty as she could be Well they penned her up in the swampland 'Bout a mile just south of the gate And I'd take Ol' Red for his evening run I'd just drop him off and wait And the warden sang Come on somebody Why don't you run Ol' Red's itchin' to have a little fun Get my lantern Get my gun Red'll have you treed before the mornin' comes Now Ol' Red got real used to seeing His lady every night And so I kept him away for three or four days And waited till the time got right Well I made my run with the evenin' sun And I smiled when I heard 'em turn Red out 'Cause I was headed north to Tennessee And Ol' Red was headed south And the warden sang Come on somebody Why don't you run Ol' Red's itchin' to have a little fun Get my lantern Get my gun Red'll have you treed before the mornin' comes Now there's red haired blue ticks all in the South Love got me in here and love got me out
Writer(s): Donald Goodman, Mark Sherrill, James E Bohon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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