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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Spinners
Performer
Linda Creed
Background Vocals
Jack Faith
Flute
Barbara Ingram
Background Vocals
Carla Benson
Background Vocals
Yvette Benton
Background Vocals
Bob Babbitt
Bass
Henry Fambrough
Baritone
Ronnie Baker
Bass Guitar
Pervis Jackson
Bass
Larry Washington
Congas
Andrew Smith
Drums
Danny Davis
French Horn
Joe DeAngelis
French Horn
Milt Phibbs
French Horn
Bobby Eli
Guitar
Don Murray
Guitar
Tony Bell
Guitar
Walter Pfeil
Harp
Tom Kennery
Pedal Steel Guitar
Don Renaldo & His Swingin' Strings
Strings
Billy Henderson
Tenor
Bobby Smith
Tenor
Bobby Moore
Trombone
Ed Cascarella
Trombone
Freddie Joiner
Trombone
Richard Genovese
Trombone
Bobby Hartzell
Trumpet
Philippe Wynn
Tenor
Rocco Bene
Trumpet
Thomas Bell
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Linda Creed
Songwriter
Thomas Bell
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Linda Creed
Producer
Don Murray
Mixing Engineer
Tom Dwyer
Mastering Engineer
Jim Gallagher
Recording Engineer
Thomas Bell
Producer
歌詞
A princess dressed in dirty rags
Pretty dresses on her back she never had
Folks say she don't know right from wrong
But to me her smile lights up the dawn
Oh, Lazy Susan
Won't you sing your songs for me?
Lazy Susan
Girl, we could sing in harmony
Lazy Susan
Oh, won't you come on home with me?
Yeah
Her daddy died when she was born
Her momma works the mill the whole day long
But Lazy Susan never worked to live
She just sings her songs strummin' with her guitar pick
Oh, Lazy Susan
Won't you sing your songs for me?
Lazy Susan
Girl, we could sing in harmony
Lazy Susan
Oh, won't you come on home with me?
Well well well
Some day I'm gonna make her mine
Gonna change her rags to silk
Make her look like a lady refined
I won't let 'em laugh at her no more
Gonna make people look at her
Like they never did before
Oh, Lazy Susan
I know you wanna live there
'Cause you ain't been goin' nowhere
I know your momma and your daddy both don't know
Yeah, oh
It may get late, girl
'Cause you're moving slow
But I know real good lovin'
Can rearrange your life
And when we get it together, girl
You can be my wife
You see, I got this forty acres
Down by the Johnsons' creek
I done bought me a brand new tractor
And we can grow all the food we need
I never done been, but we're goin' to Memphis City
And you could buy colored dresses
And make yourself look real pretty
I can tell, no, you're not lazy
The folks just don't know
You like to take life real slow, baby
Written by: Linda Creed, Thomas Bell