Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rory Gallagher
Rory Gallagher
Guitar
Gerry McAvoy
Gerry McAvoy
Bass Guitar
Brendan O'Neil
Brendan O'Neil
Drums
Bob Andrews
Bob Andrews
Keyboards
Ray Beavis
Ray Beavis
Saxophone
Dick Parry
Dick Parry
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rory Gallagher
Rory Gallagher
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rory Gallagher
Rory Gallagher
Producer
Daniel Gallagher
Daniel Gallagher
Executive Producer
Robin Sylvester
Robin Sylvester
Engineer
Carlos Olms
Carlos Olms
Engineer
Andy Pearce
Andy Pearce
Mastering Engineer
Matt Wortham
Matt Wortham
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Well, he's drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop
Trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop
He's mortgaged out his blood for one more chance to breathe
He had the D.T.'s for breakfast, the shakes till noon
He picked up his bag and left the motel room
His head is held high but his heart is on it's knees
Well, he packed his guitar and his bar-room tan
Gotta get some miles behind him as fast as he can
Another destination, some place else to play
Well, he left a life behind him in some old trailer park
They tried to make it work; it was ruined from the start
He had to shake the rust, it became time to leave
It's a honky-tonk engagement
But there's no better place to play
His face feels like crazy pavement
It's getting more lined every day
Well, he's gonna write a letter and try to explain
She says he's too old to have these growing pains
But something keeps him moving, living on through the night
But as the night approaches, a change is in the air
His heart is pumping fast, he's got no cares
The music befriends him, it can take him anywhere
It's a honky-tonk engagement
But there's no better place to play
His mind feels like crazy pavement
He's getting crazed out every day
Well, he's drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop
Trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop
He's mortgaged out his blood for one more chance to breathe
He had the D.T.'s for breakfast, the chills till noon
He picked up his bag and left the motel room
His head is held high but his heart is on it's knees
Written by: Rory Gallagher
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