Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Bob Carpenter
Bob Carpenter
Accordéon
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Contrebasse
Jaime Hanna
Jaime Hanna
Guitare acoustique
Jeff Hanna
Jeff Hanna
Guitare à résonateur
Jimmie Fadden
Jimmie Fadden
Caisse claire
Jimmy Ibbotson
Jimmy Ibbotson
Bouzouki
John McEuen
John McEuen
Mandoline
Jonathan McEuen
Jonathan McEuen
Guitare acoustique
Randy Scruggs
Randy Scruggs
Banjo
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Gary Scruggs
Gary Scruggs
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Production
Randy Scruggs
Randy Scruggs
Production
Robert Vosgien
Robert Vosgien
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

I'm headed for the lowlands, won't you please direct my way
Train is leaving shortly, there's no time for delay
She told me she'd be waiting, I'm not so sure she is
I heard that there's another man, that claims that she is his
The lowlands were my home, when I was but a child
They will be my deathbed, when I've past my time
I remember one summer day, the clouds begin to build
We gathered the cattle, which had scattered 'cross the fields
It started to rain, and continued several days
The river overflowed, and the crops all went to waste
The lowlands were my home, when I was but a child
They will be my deathbed, when I've past my time
You know that I'm no failure, though my victories are few
I'm trying my best, but there's too much here to do
That girl I love once told me, I made here feel secure
It's hard to think I've been replaced, nothing does endure
The lowlands were my home, when I was but a child
They will be my deathbed, when I've past my time
Written by: Gary Scruggs
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