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Steve Earle
Steve Earle
Вокал
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Педальная слайд-гитара
Emory Gordy Jr.
Emory Gordy Jr.
Бас
Harry Stinson
Harry Stinson
Барабаны
Ken Moore
Ken Moore
Клавишные инструменты
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Steve Earle
Steve Earle
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Emory Gordy Jr.
Emory Gordy Jr.
Продюсер
Richard Bennett
Richard Bennett
Ассоциированный продюсер
Chuck Ainlay
Chuck Ainlay
Миксинг-инженер
Tony Brown
Tony Brown
Продюсер

Слова

There ain't a lot that you can do in this town You drive down to the lake and then you turn back around You go to school and you learn to read and write So you can walk into the county bank and sign away your life Now I work at the fillin' station on the interstate I'm Pumpin' gasoline and countin' out of state plates They ask me how far into Memphis son, and where's the nearest beer And they don't even know that there's a town around here Someday I'm finally gonna let go Because I know there's a better way And I wonder what's over that rainbow I'm gonna get out of here someday Someday Now my brother went to college 'cos he played football Well I'm still hangin' round 'cos I'm a little bit small Well I got me a 67 chevy she's low and sleek and black Someday I'll put her on the inner state and never look back Someday I'm finally gonna let go Because I know there's a better way And I wonder what's over that rainbow And I'm gonna get out of here someday I'm gonna get out of here someday Someday Someday
Writer(s): Steve Earle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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