क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rival Sons
Performer
Dave Cobb
Percussion
Jay Buchanan
Vocals
Scott Holiday
Electric Guitar
Dave Beste
Bass
Michael Miley
Drums
Todd Ogren
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Cobb
Songwriter
Jay Buchanan
Songwriter
Scott Holiday
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Producer
Chris Taylor
Engineer
Gena Johnson
Engineer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Andrew Scheps
Mixing Engineer
Eddie Spear
Recording Engineer
गाने
See that stranger coming up the hill
Though you don't recognise him
I know your preacher will
Got a voice like sugar, sugar in your tea
And he could sing you any song now
Sing it sweeter than me
Blind your eyes
Steal your tongue
He'll take it when you're old but
But he likes 'em young
Oh my, oh my baby
Devil's gonna get you if I don't first
Take my, take my body
Take my body and do your worst
Oh my, oh my baby
Devil's gonna get you if I don't first
Take my, take my body
Take my body and do your worst
If you see that stranger
Coming on the track
I can hear your mama just calling you back
Hit you like a fever, fever deep
And I touch you like a thief
And leave your pockets clean
Blind your eyes
Steal your tongue
Get you when you're old now
But he likes 'em young
Oh my, oh my baby
Devil's gonna get you if I don't first
Take my, take my body
Take my body and do your worst
Oh my, oh my baby
Devil's gonna get you if I don't first
Take my, take my body
Take my body and do your worst
Oh my, oh my baby
Devil's gonna get you if I don't first
Take my, take my body
Take my body and do your worst
Oh my, oh my baby
Devil's gonna get you if I don't first
Take my, take my body
Take my body and do your worst
Writer(s): David W. Jr Cobb, Scott Holiday, Jay Buchanan
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