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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Willie Nelson
Willie Nelson
Гитара
Merle Haggard
Merle Haggard
Исполнитель
Jamey Johnson
Jamey Johnson
Флюгельгорн
Kevin "Swine" Grantt
Kevin "Swine" Grantt
Бас
Tony Creasman
Tony Creasman
Барабаны
Mickey Raphael
Mickey Raphael
Губная гармошка
Bobby Terry
Bobby Terry
Электрогитара
Shawn Camp
Shawn Camp
Акустическая гитара
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Стил-гитара
Catherine Styron-Marx
Catherine Styron-Marx
Фортепиано
Renato Caranto
Renato Caranto
Саксофон
Ben Haggard
Ben Haggard
Электрогитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Buddy Cannon
Buddy Cannon
Композитор
Jamey Johnson
Jamey Johnson
Автор песен
Larry Shell
Larry Shell
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Buddy Cannon
Buddy Cannon
Продюсер
Steve Chadie
Steve Chadie
Инженер звукозаписи
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Ассистент инженера
Ace Otten
Ace Otten
Ассистент инженера
Jacob Sciba
Jacob Sciba
Ассистент инженера
Joseph Holguin
Joseph Holguin
Ассистент инженера
Jake Burns
Jake Burns
Ассистент инженера
Mike Stankiewicz
Mike Stankiewicz
Ассистент инженера
Joe Corey
Joe Corey
Ассистент инженера
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Мастеринг-инженер
Andrew Darby
Andrew Darby
Ассистент инженера
Natthaphol Abhigantaphand
Natthaphol Abhigantaphand
Ассистент инженера

Слова

It's all going to pot Whether we like it or not As far as I can tell The world's gone to hell And we're sure gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just doesn't hit the spot I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Cause it's all going to pot That cackle-bobble-head-in-a-box Must think I'm dumb as a rock Readin' the daily news While I'm kickin' off my shoes It's scarin' me outta my socks The Red Headed Stranger I'm not But buddy, let me tell you what Ask ol' Will, he'll tell ya here's the deal Friends, it's all goin' to pot Well, it's all going to pot Whether we like it or not Best I can tell The world's gone to hell And we're all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just doesn't hit the spot I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Cause it's all goin' to pot Well I thought I had found me a girl Sweetest little thing in the world But all my jokes went up in smoke When I caught her makin eyes at Merle He said, sweet little honey With her eye on your money She's gonna take every penny you got I said she's never gonna get it Cause I've already spent it Merle, It's all goin' to pot It's all going to pot Whether we like it or not Best I can tell The world's gone to hell And we're all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just couldn't hit the spot I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend It's all going to pot I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Cause it's all goin' to pot
Writer(s): Jamey Johnson, Buddy (murray F.) Cannon, Larry Shell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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