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Some Early Morning
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Dan Tyminski
Dan Tyminski
Гитара
Adam Steffey
Adam Steffey
Мандолина
Barry Bales
Barry Bales
Контрабас
Ron Stewart
Ron Stewart
Фидель
Justin Moses
Justin Moses
Добро
Sharon White
Sharon White
Баритон
Cheryl White
Cheryl White
Тенор
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Robert Gateley
Robert Gateley
Композитор
Ken Jones
Ken Jones
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Dan Tyminski
Dan Tyminski
Инженер звукозаписи
Bill Wolf
Bill Wolf
Мастеринг-инженер
Neal Cappellino
Neal Cappellino
Инженер звукозаписи
Tim Austin
Tim Austin
Инженер звукозаписи
Gary Paczosa
Gary Paczosa
Инженер звукозаписи
Sarah Emily Parish
Sarah Emily Parish
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It was late one night in the heart of town I was drinking all alone Ran out of cash when I paid my tabs so I headed home The night was black, the air was thick as I wandered passed a barn Then a shot bring in and I heard a scream beside me in the dark Afraid that maybe I'd be next I started to run Just as fast as my feet would go into the barrel of a gun The lawman's light was blinding me, he said why'd you do it son Two weeks later in the criminal court I was up on murder one Maybe some early morning In a pasture of green Beside the still water I'll awake from this dream,this terrible dream Well, I sat there in the courtroom as the tears ran down my face A guilty man is free somewhere and they put me in his place The jury ran the verdict and the judge called out my name He said young man you'll spend your life wearing the ball and chain I'm staring at the ceiling as I lay here on my bed Fourteen long and lonely years it's where I laid my head Behind these cold gray prison walls time sure passes slow And I guess if I die tomorrow I'd still got a life to go Maybe some early morning In a pasture of green Beside the still water I'll awake from this dream,this terrible dream A man who's lost his vision will live and die alone In the cold walls of this prison my heart has turned to stone The lights are growing dimmer as I take my final breath I can smell the air of freedom as I close my eyes in death Maybe some early morning In a pasture of green Beside the still water I'll awake from this dream,this terrible dream
Writer(s): Kenny Jones, Robert Gateley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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