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Brandi Carlile - Hold Out Your Hand [Official Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandi Carlile
Brandi Carlile
Vocals
Phil Hanseroth
Phil Hanseroth
Bass
Tim Hanseroth
Tim Hanseroth
Background Vocals
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Percussion
John Mark Painter
John Mark Painter
French Horn
Anderson East
Anderson East
Background Vocals
Gena Johnson
Gena Johnson
Background Vocals
Pete Souza
Pete Souza
Background Vocals
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Synthesizer
Chris Powell
Chris Powell
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandi Carlile
Brandi Carlile
Songwriter
Phil Hanseroth
Phil Hanseroth
Songwriter
Tim Hanseroth
Tim Hanseroth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Producer
Eddie Spear
Eddie Spear
Mixing Engineer
Gena Johnson
Gena Johnson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Producer

Lyrics

I run a lot of miles of life and crime And mountain climbs and quittin' times Packing that load of lyin' rhymes And tired jokes and wooden dimes I've been everybody's friend, everybody's friend I could lose my house, I could steal a car I could serve two masters, living hard Living like a dog in a cage in a yard With a fist full of cold hard cash and I can't let go The devil can't have my soul, the devil can't get your soul The devil can't get your soul Hold out your hand Take hold of mine and then 'Round and 'round we go Don't you wanna dance? I'm a dying man From the moment we began Hold out your hand Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da When the man comes around and the trumpet sounds And his number calls and the moment he falls And the haunted halls of man he will understand He will comprehend, he will not pretend He will not pretend When the rain don't fall and the river don't run And the wind takes orders from the blazing sun The devil don't break for the fiery snake And you've had about as goddamn much as you can take The devil don't take a break, the devil don't take a break The devil don't take no break Hold out your hand Take hold of mine and then 'Round and 'round we go Don't you wanna dance? I'm a dying man From the moment we began Hold out your hand Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da Well, he came to my door to sell me the fear With some cameras and bullets and tension and Here is a license for killing your own native son For a careless mistake and a fake plastic gun? (Come on!) Deliver your brother from violence and greed For the mountains, lay down for your faith like a seed A morning is coming of silver and light There will be color and language and nobody wanting to fight What a glorious sight! What a glorious sight! Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da Hold out your hand (ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da) Take hold of mine and then (ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da) 'Round and round we go (ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da) Don't you wanna dance? (Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da) I'm a dying man (ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da) From the moment we began (ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da) Hold out your hand (ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da) Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da
Writer(s): Brandi Marie Carlile, Timothy Jay Hanseroth, Phillip John Hanseroth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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