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INTERPRÉTATION
Willie Nelson
Willie Nelson
Guitare
Merle Haggard
Merle Haggard
Interprète
Jamey Johnson
Jamey Johnson
Bugle
Kevin "Swine" Grantt
Kevin "Swine" Grantt
Basse
Tony Creasman
Tony Creasman
Batterie
Mickey Raphael
Mickey Raphael
Harmonica
Bobby Terry
Bobby Terry
Guitare électrique
Shawn Camp
Shawn Camp
Guitare acoustique
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Steel guitar
Catherine Styron-Marx
Catherine Styron-Marx
Piano
Renato Caranto
Renato Caranto
Saxophone
Ben Haggard
Ben Haggard
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Buddy Cannon
Buddy Cannon
Composition
Jamey Johnson
Jamey Johnson
Paroles/Composition
Larry Shell
Larry Shell
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Buddy Cannon
Buddy Cannon
Production
Steve Chadie
Steve Chadie
Ingénierie de prise de son
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Assistance d’ingénierie
Ace Otten
Ace Otten
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jacob Sciba
Jacob Sciba
Assistance d’ingénierie
Joseph Holguin
Joseph Holguin
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jake Burns
Jake Burns
Assistance d’ingénierie
Mike Stankiewicz
Mike Stankiewicz
Assistance d’ingénierie
Joe Corey
Joe Corey
Assistance d’ingénierie
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Andrew Darby
Andrew Darby
Assistance d’ingénierie
Natthaphol Abhigantaphand
Natthaphol Abhigantaphand
Assistance d’ingénierie

Paroles

It's all going to pot Whether we like it or not As far as I can tell The world's gone to hell And we're sure gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just doesn't hit the spot I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Cause it's all going to pot That cackle-bobble-head-in-a-box Must think I'm dumb as a rock Readin' the daily news While I'm kickin' off my shoes It's scarin' me outta my socks The Red Headed Stranger I'm not But buddy, let me tell you what Ask ol' Will, he'll tell ya here's the deal Friends, it's all goin' to pot Well, it's all going to pot Whether we like it or not Best I can tell The world's gone to hell And we're all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just doesn't hit the spot I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Cause it's all goin' to pot Well I thought I had found me a girl Sweetest little thing in the world But all my jokes went up in smoke When I caught her makin eyes at Merle He said, sweet little honey With her eye on your money She's gonna take every penny you got I said she's never gonna get it Cause I've already spent it Merle, It's all goin' to pot It's all going to pot Whether we like it or not Best I can tell The world's gone to hell And we're all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just couldn't hit the spot I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend It's all going to pot I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Cause it's all goin' to pot
Writer(s): Jamey Johnson, Buddy (murray F.) Cannon, Larry Shell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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