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Listen to Dream of a Child by Burton Cummings
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Burton Cummings
Burton Cummings
Vocals
Dick Wagner
Dick Wagner
Guitar
I. Gardiner
I. Gardiner
Bass Guitar
Phyllis St. James
Phyllis St. James
Percussion
Jim Gordon
Jim Gordon
Drums
Rick Schlosser
Rick Schlosser
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Burton Cummings
Burton Cummings
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Burton Cummings
Burton Cummings
Producer
Howard Steele
Howard Steele
Mixing Engineer
Allen Zentz
Allen Zentz
Mastering Engineer
Bruce Robb
Bruce Robb
Recording Engineer
Gabe Veltri
Gabe Veltri
Recording Engineer
Tim Dennen
Tim Dennen
Recording Engineer
Larry Rehun
Larry Rehun
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Break it to them gently when you tell my mom and dad When you see my baby sister, be as kind as you can And break it to my grandma, who said "That boy's wild and bad" Break it to them gently when you tell them that I won't be comin' home again 'Cause I'm running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive Fighting for my life and I don't know if I'll make it alone Running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive God, I wanna go home Lord, I wish I was home When you see my lady with the twinkle in her eyes Tell it to her softly and hold her if she cries Tell her that I love her and I will 'til the day I die Tell it to her gently when you tell her that I won't be coming home again I got in too deep with strangers Thinking they could help me find my way But nobody warned me of the dangers And it's always the young and foolish that have to pay So break it to them gently when you tell my mom and dad Thank them for the good years and all the loving that I had And break it to my grandma, who said "The boy is wild and bad" Break it to them gently when you tell them that I won't be coming home again Running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive Fighting for my life and I don't know if I'll make it alone Running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive Lord, I wanna go home Lord, I wanna go home You gotta break it to them gently Break it to them gently Gotta break it to them gently Gotta roll try to it Gotta break it to them gently Gotta really try to soothe them Gotta really try to soothe them Gotta really try to roll them You gotta roll it to my mother Gotta roll it to my grandma Gotta roll the old lady Roll it to my mother Roll it to my mother and Roll the old lady Roll it to my grandma She's damn near eighty Roll the old lady
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