Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Vocals
"Bucky" Baxter
"Bucky" Baxter
Pedal Steel Guitar
Augie Meyers
Augie Meyers
Accordion
Cindy Cashdollar
Cindy Cashdollar
Slide Guitar
Daniel Lanois
Daniel Lanois
Guitar
Duke Robillard
Duke Robillard
Guitar
Jim Dickinson
Jim Dickinson
Keyboards
Jim Keltner
Jim Keltner
Drums
Tony Garnier
Tony Garnier
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Rosen
Jeff Rosen
Producer
Steven Berkowitz
Steven Berkowitz
Producer
Michael H. Brauer
Michael H. Brauer
Mixing Engineer
Fernando Reyes
Fernando Reyes
Assistant Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer
Glenn Korman
Glenn Korman
Research
Katie Korman
Katie Korman
Research

Testi

The air is getting hotter
There's a rumbling in the skies
I've been wading through the high muddy water
With the heat rising in my eyes
Everyday your memory grows dimmer
It don't haunt me like it did before
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere
Trying to get to get to heaven before they close the door
When I was in Missouri
They would not let me be
I'd to leave there in a hurry
I only saw what they let me see
You broke the heart that loved you
Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore
I've been walking that lonesome valley
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
People on the platforms
Waiting for the trains
I can hear their hearts beating
Like pendulums swinging on chains
When you think that you've lost everything
You find out, you can always lose a little more
I'm just going down the road, feeling bad
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
Now I'm going down the river
Down to New Orleans
They tell me everything is gonna be alright
But I don't know what "Alright" even means
I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary-Jane
Miss Mary-Jane got a house in Baltimore
I've been all around the world, boys
Now I'm trying to get to heaven before they close the door
Gonna sleep down in the parlour
And relive my dreams
I close my eyes and I wonder
If everything is as hallow as it seems
Some trains don't pull no gamblers
No midnight ramblers like they did before
I've been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
Now I'm trying to get to heaven before they close the door
Written by: Bob Dylan
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