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Bertha (Live Fillmore East, New York, NY, April 27, 1971)

Grateful Dead

Rock

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Grateful Dead - Bertha (Live at The Fillmore East, New York, NY 4/27/71)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Вокал
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Барабаны
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Вокал
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Вокал
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Вокал
Merl Saunders
Merl Saunders
Орган
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Автор песен
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Автор песен
Grateful Dead
Grateful Dead
Аранжировщик
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Grateful Dead
Grateful Dead
Продюсер
Sonny Heard
Sonny Heard
Техник сцены
Betty Cantor-Jackson
Betty Cantor-Jackson
Инженер звукозаписи
Bob Matthews
Bob Matthews
Инженер звукозаписи
David Glasser
David Glasser
Мастеринг-инженер
David Lemieux
David Lemieux
Продюсер переиздания
Doran Tyson
Doran Tyson
Ассоциированный продюсер
Ivette Ramos
Ivette Ramos
Ассоциированный продюсер
Mark Pinkus
Mark Pinkus
Исполнительный продюсер

Слова

Bertha (Live at Fillmore East, New York, NY, April 27, 1971) Grateful Dead I had a hard run Running from your window I was all night running, running, running I wonder if you care? I had a run-in Run around and run down Run around a corner Run smack into a tree I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Dressed myself in green I went down to the sea Try to see what's going down Maybe read between the lines Had a feeling I was falling, falling, falling Turned around to see Heard a voice calling, calling, calling You was comin after me Back to me I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Ran into a rainstorm Ducked into a bar door It was all night pouring, pouring rain But not a drop on me Test me, test me Why don't you arrest me? Throw me in the jail house Until the sun goes down Till it go down I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore
Writer(s): Robert C. Hunter, Jerome J. Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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