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Лучшие песни The Flying Burrito Brothers
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Gram Parsons
Вокал
Chris Hillman
Вокал
Chris Ethridge
Бас-гитара
Sneaky Pete Kleinow
Стил-гитара
Eddie "Fast" Hoh
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Gram Parsons
Автор песен
Chris Hillman
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
The Flying Burrito Brothers
Продюсер
Henry Lewy
Продюсер
Larry Marks
Продюсер
Слова
This old town is filled with sin it'll swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away, you've got three years to pay
But Satan is waiting his turn
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor a gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
The scientists say it'll all wash away
But we don't believe anymore
'Cause we've got our recruits and our green mohair suits
So please show your I.D. at the door
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor a gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
A friend came around tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people mad
He trusted his crowd so he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they had
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor a gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
On the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
Writer(s): Ronald Belford Scott, Angus Young, Malcolm Young
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