Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Manoel Felciano
Vocais
Paul Alexander Nolan
Vocais
Parade Cast
Interpretação
Jason Robert Brown
Regência
Don Sebesky
Orquestra
Tom Murray
Direção musical
Tony Kadleck
Trompete
Shawn Edmonds
Trompete
Judy Yin-Chi Lee
Trompa
Ian Donald
Trompa
Nick Grinder
Trombone
Morris Kainuma
Tuba
Todd Groves
Madeiras
Rick Heckman
Madeiras
Ed Matthew
Madeiras
Alden Banta
Madeiras
Georgia Stitt
Piano
Lisa Stokes
Baixo
Jamie Eblen
Bateria
Matt Wong
Banjo
Jeffrey Irving
Percussão
Todd Reynolds
Violino
Hajnal Pivnick
Violino
Louise Owen
Violino
Katherine Livolsi
Violino
Chala Yancy
Violino
Monica Davis
Viola
Todd Low
Viola
Eugene Moye
Violoncelo
Sarah Hewitt-Roth
Violoncelo
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Jason Robert Brown
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Jeffrey Lesser
Produção
Jason Robert Brown
Produção
Henry Reinach
Engenharia (edição)
Isaiah Abolin
Engenharia (gravação)
Teng Chen
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Ben Miller
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Oscar Zambrano
Engenharia (masterização)
Letra
Will you walk with your head held high?
Or move aside when they're passin' you by?
Will you run when the fires are fanned?
And where will you stand when the flood comes?
Will you ride by the side of God
Or will you hide in the soil and the sod?
Will you fight for the soul of your land?
Well, where will you stand when the flood comes?
Where will you stand when the flood comes?
Will you beg for the Jew's reward
Or walk with us at the side of the Lord?
Put your soul in the devil's hand?
Well, where will you stand when the flood comes?
Where will you stand?
Where will you stand?
Where will you stand?
With you, Mr Watson, I'll be proud to stand with you
God bless the next governor of Georgia
Yes, I see through the fog and dust
So let the mob do whatever they must
Slaton jumps at the Jew's command
Well, where will you stand when the flood comes?
Where will you stand?
Where will you stand?
See the blood as a city grieves
See the stain that the Jew-money leaves
Traitors won't keep the mobs at bay
Someone's gonna pay when the flood comes
Mary, mary, the angel child
Still your name and your soul are defiled
Thank God you can't hear the things they say
But someone's gonna pay
Someone's gonna pay
Someone's gonna pay
Georgia, home of the strong and sure
Fight like hell for the land of the pure
Teach the traitor to run away
Georgia, home of the strong and sure
Fight like hell for the land of the pure
Teach the traitor to run away
Georgia, home of the strong and sure
Fight like hell for the land of the pure
Teach the traitor to run away
Someone's gotta pay
Someone's gotta pay
Someone's gotta pay
Someone's gotta pay
Someone's gotta pay when the flood comes
Written by: Jason Robert Brown

