Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucinda Williams
Vocals
Hal Willner
Sampler
Rob Burger
Piano
Doug Pettibone
Electric Guitar
Bill Frisell
Electric Guitar
Tony Garnier
Double Bass
Jim Keltner
Percussion
Jenny Scheinman
Violin
Rob Brophy
Viola
Tim Loo
Cello
Gary Louris
Background Vocals
Gia Ciambotti
Background Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lucinda Williams
Producer
Hal Willner
Producer
Tom Overby
Executive Producer
Eric Liljestrand
Engineer
Vanessa Parr
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jason Wormer
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Dumas
Recording Engineer
Matt Brown
Recording Engineer
Kim Buie
Studio Personnel
Brent Bowers
Studio Personnel
Rachel Fox
Studio Personnel
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I shudder to think
What it would mean
If the president wore pink
Or if a prostitute was queen?
What would happen then?
How would the world change
If thick became thin
And the world was rearranged?
If the rains brought down the moon
And daylight was feared
And the sun rose too soon
And then just disappeared?
If dogs became kings
And the pope chewed gum
And hobos had wings
And God was a bum?
If houses became trees
And flowers turned to stone
And there were no families
And people lived alone?
Buildings started laughing
And windows cried
And feet started clapping
And out came inside
If mountains fell in slivers
And the sky began to bleed
And blood filled up the rivers
And prisoners were freed?
If the stars fell apart
And the ocean dried up
And the world was one big heart
And decided to stop?
If children grew up happier
And they could run with the wolves
And they never felt trapped
Or hungry or unloved?
If cats walked on water
And birds had bank accounts
And we loved one another
In equal amounts?
Writer(s): Lucinda Williams
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