ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tanya Tucker
Tanya Tucker
Lead Vocals
Brandi Carlile
Brandi Carlile
Background Vocals
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Piano
Chris Masterson
Chris Masterson
Electric Guitar
Christopher Marc Powell
Christopher Marc Powell
Drums
Eleanor Whitmore
Eleanor Whitmore
Tenor Guitar
Ted Russell Kamp
Ted Russell Kamp
Upright Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandi Carlile
Brandi Carlile
Songwriter
Tim Hanseroth
Tim Hanseroth
Songwriter
Phil Hanseroth
Phil Hanseroth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandi Carlile
Brandi Carlile
Producer
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Producer
David Spreng
David Spreng
Editing Engineer
Mark Rains
Mark Rains
Recording Engineer
Nate Haessly
Nate Haessly
Assistant Engineer
Nathan Yaccino
Nathan Yaccino
Additional Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Trina Shoemaker
Trina Shoemaker
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

[Verse 1]
Aw, I got somethin' to say
[Verse 2]
Well, it's a long walk down the hallway
But it's a short drive to the bank
Ain't a bitch learnin' the hard way?
It might be easier than you think
You can keep my tears and my good years
And your Sears and Roebuck ring
And I'll take this show on down the road
I don't owe you anything
[Verse 3]
Well, I made your bed and I made your lunch
And for the last time, your clothes are out to dry
I know you like my own reflection
I see her in your eyes
Darlin', I ain't growin' old with you
I don't need your front porch swing
I raised up all your babies
I don't owe you anything
[Verse 4]
Now despite your sin, you're gonna start again
A retired family man
With a younger wife than our own son
And a cat that you can't stand
You're gonna call me up in Vegas
'Cause you're lookin' for a fight
And I'll be over you with better things to do
On a perfectly good Saturday night
[Verse 5]
Well, I made your bed and I made your lunch
And for the last time, your clothes are out to dry
I know you like my own reflection
I see her in your eyes
Darlin', I ain't growin' old with you
I don't need your front porch swing
Well I raised up all your babies
I don't owe you anything
[Verse 6]
Hey, I made your bed and I made your lunch
And for the last time, your clothes are out to dry
I know you like my own reflection
I see her in your eyes
Darlin', I ain't growin' old with you
I don't need your front porch swing
Well I raised up all your babies
I don't owe you anything
[Verse 7]
Hell, I raised up all your babies
And I don't owe you a god dang thing
Hell no
Written by: Brandi Carlile, Phil Hanseroth, Tim Hanseroth
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