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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Taylor
James Taylor
Acoustic Guitar
Nick DeCaro
Nick DeCaro
Accordion
Leland Sklar
Leland Sklar
Bass Guitar
Milt Holland
Milt Holland
Chimes
Victor Feldman
Victor Feldman
Marimba
Russ Kunkel
Russ Kunkel
Drums
Danny Kortchmar
Danny Kortchmar
Electric Guitar
Art Garfunkel
Art Garfunkel
Harmony Vocals
David Grisman
David Grisman
Mandolin
Clarence McDonald
Clarence McDonald
Piano
Malcolm Cecil
Malcolm Cecil
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Taylor
James Taylor
Composer
Nick DeCaro
Nick DeCaro
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lee Herschberg
Lee Herschberg
Mastering Engineer
Lenny Waronker
Lenny Waronker
Producer
Russ Titelman
Russ Titelman
Producer
Loyd Clift
Loyd Clift
Assistant Engineer
Mike Salisbury
Mike Salisbury
Creative Director
Norman Seeff
Norman Seeff
Photography

Lyrics

Well you country fools in your one horse town you can laugh at me But it's plain as rain that you've never been down to the southern sea To see me now is like watching a fish swimmin on dry land I only wish you could see me down in the islands Mister, that's my home. What a fool I was to leave the only happiness I've known You see me coming, you wink your eye and call me Captain Jim And when I don't do nothin' but walk on by you say baby get a load of him All I need is the sea and the sky and I know where I stand Instead of you hicks straight out of the sticks deciding I ain't a man You'll never understand Up here I'm a whisky bum but down there I'm a king Sounds just like the angels up in heaven When they sing Welcome home, welcome home Such a sight to see Instead of some salvation army sister Singing "Nearer My God To Thee" Now I know that yankee whisky has taken away my mind And I know that rum is the only drink suitable to mankind And I know this tree I'm under is shaped entirely wrong I need to see a gentle palm tree and I won't wait to long I can feel that it's coming on strong The first cold wind of winter is flapping in my clothes Showing me the way with the direction that it blows Welcome home, welcome home
Writer(s): James Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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