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Busy Signal
Busy Signal
Interpretação
Dean Fraser
Dean Fraser
Vocal de apoio
Duane Stephenson
Duane Stephenson
Vocal de apoio
Aeion Hoilett
Aeion Hoilett
Baixo
Oral Brown
Oral Brown
Bateria
Jonathan Yudkin
Jonathan Yudkin
Fiddle
Carol McLaughlin
Carol McLaughlin
Teclados
Robbie Lyn
Robbie Lyn
Teclados
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Guitarra pedal steel
Denver Smith
Denver Smith
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Chris Chin
Chris Chin
Violão
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Don Schlitz
Don Schlitz
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Dean Fraser
Dean Fraser
Produção
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Engenharia (masterização)
Errol Brown
Errol Brown
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Shane Brown
Shane Brown
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Charlie Pennachio
Charlie Pennachio
Produção
Chris Chin
Chris Chin
Produção
Cristy Barber
Cristy Barber
Produção
John Rich
John Rich
Produção
Raymond Barber
Raymond Barber
Produção
Carlos Allwood
Carlos Allwood
Engenharia (gravação)
Chris Stone
Chris Stone
Engenharia (gravação)
Greg Morris
Greg Morris
Engenharia (gravação)
Michael Howell
Michael Howell
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Roland McDermott
Roland McDermott
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Romel Marshall
Romel Marshall
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Sean Giovanni
Sean Giovanni
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Letra

The Gambler
Mmm, oh-oh-oh
Mmm, mm-hmm, oh, yeah
Hothead!
On a warm summer's evening
On di train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a staring
Out the window at the darkness
'Til boredom over took us
And he began to speak
He said "Son I've made a life
Out of reading peoples' faces
And knowing what their cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind me saying
I can see you're out of Aces
For a taste of the whiskey
I'll give you some advice"
So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
An den he bummed a cigarrete and asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his face lost all expression
Said "If you gonna play the game boy
You gotta learn to play it right"
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
While sittin' at di table
There'll be time enough for countin'
Wen the deal is done
Every gambler knows
That the secret to surviving
Is knowing what to throw away
And knowing what to keep
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best that you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep
And when he finished speaking
He turned back toward the window
Crushed down his cigarette
Faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The gambler, he broke even
But in his final words I found a message I could keep
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
While sittin' at di table
There'll be time enough for countin'
Wen the deal is done
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
While sittin' at di table
There'll be time enough for countin'
Wen the deal is done
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
While sittin' at di table
There'll be time enough for countin'
Wen the deal is done
Written by: Don Schlitz
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