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Old Crow Medicine Show - Allegheny Lullaby (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Old Crow Medicine Show
Old Crow Medicine Show
Performer
Cory Younts
Cory Younts
Mandolin
Ketch Secor
Ketch Secor
Vocals
Jerry Pentecost
Jerry Pentecost
Drums
Mason Via
Mason Via
Harmony Vocals
Morgan Jahnig
Morgan Jahnig
Bass
mike harris
mike harris
Dobro
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ketch Secor
Ketch Secor
Songwriter
Mason Via
Mason Via
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Old Crow Medicine Show
Old Crow Medicine Show
Producer
Matt Ross-Spang
Matt Ross-Spang
Mixing Engineer
Sally Williams
Sally Williams
Executive Producer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

Slack your rope, coil it around This here town's just like a hanging ground It's factory, gas station, or join It's a chain link prison with a tangling wire And you gonna get cut 'cause you can't climb any higher Factory, gas station, or join Oh, but I got dreams of a different plan Crossing the river to the promised land I wanna go down in flames with my sweet Janie Try to get the hell out of Allegheny With a hand on the bottle and one on the wheel Won't be a slave to the iron and steel Damned whichever way I'm going, my fate on the flip of a coin It's factory, gas station, or join Whole county wide is a cut speed trap It's a half inch of water and a Quikrete sack Factory, gas station, or join Got your back in the corner, feel the urge to kill When the light in the tunnel looks like a little white pill Factory, gas station, or join Oh, but I got dreams of a different plan Crossing the river to the promised land I wanna go down in flames with my sweet Janie Try get the hell out of Allegheny With a hand on the bottle and one on the wheel Won't be slave to the iron and steel Damned whichever way I'm going, my fate on the flip of a coin It's factory, gas station, or join La la la, la la la La la la la la la La la la la la La la la la li La la la, la la la La la la la la la Hush little baby, don't you cry So pick your uniform, but choose it well Prepare thyself, your soul to sell Factory, gas station, or join Oh, but I got dreams of a different plan I'm going down the river gonna wash my hands Me and Janie gonna come out clean not smelling like smoke and gasoline With a hand on the bottle and one on the wheel Won't be a slave to the iron and steel These choices are no choice at all, just the flipping of a coin It's factory, gas station, or join Oh, but I won't choose no factory I won't work no station, and I sure as hell won't join
Writer(s): Ketch Secor, James Mason Via Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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