Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Victor Feldman
Victor Feldman
Electric Piano
Lee Ritenour
Lee Ritenour
Electric Guitar
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Lead Vocals
Walter Becker
Walter Becker
Bass Guitar
Bernard Purdie
Bernard Purdie
Drums
Clydie King
Clydie King
Background Vocals
Dean Parks
Dean Parks
Guitar
Larry Carlton
Larry Carlton
Guitar
Pete Christlieb
Pete Christlieb
Tenor Saxophone
Sherlie Matthews
Sherlie Matthews
Background Vocals
Venetta Fields
Venetta Fields
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Songwriter
Walter Becker
Walter Becker
Songwriter
Tom Scott
Tom Scott
Horn Arranger
Larry Carlton
Larry Carlton
Percussion Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gary Katz
Gary Katz
Producer
Al Schmitt
Al Schmitt
Engineer
Bill Schnee
Bill Schnee
Engineer
Ed Rack
Ed Rack
Assistant Engineer
Elliot Scheiner
Elliot Scheiner
Engineer
Joe Bellamy
Joe Bellamy
Assistant Engineer
Ken Klinger
Ken Klinger
Assistant Engineer
Lenise Bent
Lenise Bent
Assistant Engineer
Linda Tyler
Linda Tyler
Assistant Engineer
Roger D Nichols
Roger D Nichols
Mastering Engineer
Roger Nichols
Roger Nichols
Engineer
Ron Pangaliman
Ron Pangaliman
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

This is the day of the expanding man That shape is my shade There where I used to stand It seems like only yesterday I gazed through the glass At ramblers, wild gamblers That's all in the past You call me a fool You say it's a crazy scheme This one's for real I already bought the dream So useless to ask me why Throw a kiss and say goodbye I'll make it this time I'm ready to cross that fine line Learn to work the saxophone (I) I play just what I feel Drink Scotch whiskey all night long And die behind the wheel They got a name for the winners in the world (I) I want a name when I lose They call Alabama the Crimson Tide Call me Deacon Blues (Deacon Blues) My back to the wall A victim of laughing chance This is for me The essence of true romance Sharing the things we know and love with those of my kind Libations, sensations That stagger the mind I crawl like a viper Through these suburban streets Make love to these women Languid and bittersweet I'll rise when the sun goes down Cover every game in town A world of my own I'll make it my home sweet home Learn to work the saxophone (I) I play just what I feel Drink Scotch whiskey all night long And die behind the wheel They got a name for the winners in the world (I) I want a name when I lose They call Alabama the Crimson Tide Call me Deacon Blues (Deacon Blues) This is the night of the expanding man I take one last drag as I approach the stand I cried when I wrote this song Sue me if I play too long This brother is free I'll be what I want to be I'll learn to work the saxophone (I) I play just what I feel Drink Scotch whiskey all night long And die behind the wheel They got a name for the winners in the world (I) I want a name when I lose They call Alabama the Crimson Tide Call me Deacon Blues (Deacon Blues)
Writer(s): Donald Jay Fagen, Walter Carl Becker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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