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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carter Beauford
Carter Beauford
Drums
Stefan Lessard
Stefan Lessard
Bass
Tim Reynolds
Tim Reynolds
Acoustic Guitar
Rashawn Ross
Rashawn Ross
Trumpet
Jeff Coffin
Jeff Coffin
Tenor Saxophone
Arthur "Buddy" Strong
Arthur "Buddy" Strong
Organ
Thomas Evans
Thomas Evans
Trombone
Suzie Katayama
Suzie Katayama
Violin
Charlie Bisharat
Charlie Bisharat
Violin
Susan Chatman
Susan Chatman
Violin
Mario De Leon
Mario De Leon
Violin
Marisa Kuney
Marisa Kuney
Violin
Ana Landauer
Ana Landauer
Violin
Alyssa Park
Alyssa Park
Violin
Sara Parkins
Sara Parkins
Violin
Kerenza Peacock
Kerenza Peacock
Violin
Michele Richards
Michele Richards
Violin
Tereza Stanislav
Tereza Stanislav
Violin
Jennifer Takamatsu
Jennifer Takamatsu
Violin
Josefina Vergara
Josefina Vergara
Violin
Andrew Duckles
Andrew Duckles
Viola
Alma Fernandez
Alma Fernandez
Viola
Luke Maurer
Luke Maurer
Viola
Rodney Wirtz
Rodney Wirtz
Viola
Jacob Braun
Jacob Braun
Cello
Giovanna Clayton
Giovanna Clayton
Cello
Paula Hochhalter
Paula Hochhalter
Cello
Julie Jung
Julie Jung
Cello
Thomas Harte, Jr.
Thomas Harte, Jr.
Bass
Dave Matthews
Dave Matthews
Vocals
David Campbell
David Campbell
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Matthews
Dave Matthews
Songwriter
Carter Beauford
Carter Beauford
Songwriter
Stefan Lessard
Stefan Lessard
Songwriter
Tim Reynolds
Tim Reynolds
Songwriter
Rashawn Ross
Rashawn Ross
Songwriter
Jeff Coffin
Jeff Coffin
Songwriter
Arthur "Buddy" Strong
Arthur "Buddy" Strong
Songwriter
David Campbell
David Campbell
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rob Evans
Rob Evans
Producer
Steve Churchyard
Steve Churchyard
Engineer
Peter Hanaman
Peter Hanaman
Engineer
JC LeResche
JC LeResche
Assistant Engineer
John Alagia
John Alagia
Executive Producer
Billy Centenaro
Billy Centenaro
Mixing Engineer
Whynot Jansveld
Whynot Jansveld
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, little Billy's got a gun Little Billy's having fun Shooting bottles on the wall Dreams, the hero come home from war Is this real? Is this make believe? We'd think we'd know how everything's Supposed to be Like a train blowing full steam ahead Can't hear what you're saying With everybody screaming I'm afraid, can't lie Momma said, "Baby, don't you cry In the night don't let go baby hold on tight" To believe is blind Don't sacrifice another child It's not black and white Unless you're looking through a madman's eyes The truth might not be crystal clear But if might is right, there's no room for love in here We pray to God and hope He's listening A man with a gun brings the demons in Oh, we live as if our hands are tied Is it really so hard To do what we know is right? To protect the things that we hold dear Must we do things that we should never forgive I'm afraid, can't lie Momma said, "Baby, don't you cry In the dark, be the light Don't let go baby, hold on tight" To believe is blind Don't sacrifice another child It's not black and white Unless you're looking through a madman's eyes Run and hide Don't ask why Nobody wants to see the look in his eyes When it's too late to untwist the knife How do we face hatred with the love inside us I'm afraid, can't lie Momma said, "Baby, don't you cry In the dark be the light Don't let go baby, hold on tight" To believe is blind Don't sacrifice another child It's not black and white Unless you're looking through a madman's eyes
Writer(s): David John Matthews Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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