Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Rival Sons
Rival Sons
Interpretação
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Percussão
Jay Buchanan
Jay Buchanan
Vocais
Scott Holiday
Scott Holiday
Guitarra elétrica
Dave Beste
Dave Beste
Baixo
Michael Miley
Michael Miley
Bateria
Todd Ogren
Todd Ogren
Teclados
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Composição
Jay Buchanan
Jay Buchanan
Composição
Scott Holiday
Scott Holiday
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Produção
Chris Taylor
Chris Taylor
Engenharia
Gena Johnson
Gena Johnson
Engenharia
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Engenharia (masterização)
Andrew Scheps
Andrew Scheps
Engenharia (mixagem)
Eddie Spear
Eddie Spear
Engenharia (gravação)

Letra

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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