Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Black Sorrows
The Black Sorrows
Performer
N. SMITH
N. SMITH
Vocals
Venetta Fields
Venetta Fields
Vocals
Lisa Edwards
Lisa Edwards
Vocals
Joe Creighton
Joe Creighton
Vocals
Joey Vincent
Joey Vincent
Slide Guitar
Linda Bull
Linda Bull
Background Vocals
Vika Bull
Vika Bull
Background Vocals
Jeff Burstin
Jeff Burstin
Mandolin
Wayne Burt
Wayne Burt
Guitar
Sam See
Sam See
Guitar
Tony Faeshe
Tony Faeshe
Guitar
Lucky Ocean
Lucky Ocean
Guitar
Gerry Hale
Gerry Hale
Banjo
Mick Girasole
Mick Girasole
Bass Guitar
Peter Luscombe
Peter Luscombe
Drums
Alex Pertout
Alex Pertout
Percussion
Paul Grabowsky
Paul Grabowsky
Keyboards
Mick O'Connor
Mick O'Connor
Keyboards
James Black
James Black
Keyboards
R. Starcic
R. Starcic
Keyboards
George Butrumlis
George Butrumlis
Accordion
The Brasstards
The Brasstards
Brass
Bob Venier
Bob Venier
Brass
Tony Norris
Tony Norris
Brass
John Barrett
John Barrett
Brass
Jason Bradley
Jason Bradley
Harmonica
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joe Camilleri
Joe Camilleri
Composer
Nick Smith
Nick Smith
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Camilleri
Joe Camilleri
Producer
Jeff Burstin
Jeff Burstin
Producer
Martin Pullan
Martin Pullan
Engineer
Graeme Fraser
Graeme Fraser
Engineer
Ross Cockle
Ross Cockle
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Well, I heard how all the lights went out in Memphis
On the death night anniversary of the king
The pretenders talking dirty in the palace
But it doesn't have that old familiar ring
And I see there's been some changes in the valley
All the renegades have finally settled down
Now they worship in the temples of their rivals
And desecrate the holy heart of town
Can't you hear all those sweet voices singing?
Takin' care of the chosen ones
Can't you hear all those mission bells ringin'?
Say a prayer for the chosen ones
Well, I read they're pourin' oil on troubled waters
While they cast a giant shadow on the land
And let's spend another night across the border
And bury all our secrets in the sand
Now they claim there is a message in the Bible
And they swear there is no master and his slave
But the future's lookin' dim for the lonesome cowboy
When the hand that rocks that cradle digs the grave
Can't you hear all those sweet voices singing?
Takin' care of the chosen ones
Can't you hear all those mission bells ringin'?
Say a prayer for the chosen ones
Well, I heard how all the lights went out in Memphis
On the death night anniversary of the king
The pretenders talking dirty in the palace
But it doesn't have that old familiar ring
Can't you hear all those sweet voices singing?
Takin' care of the chosen ones
Can't you hear all those mission bells ringin'?
Say a prayer for the chosen ones
Can't you hear all those sweet voices singing? (All those sweet voices singing)
Takin' care of the chosen ones (takin' care of the chosen ones)
Can't you hear all those mission bells ringin'?
Say a prayer for the chosen ones
The chosen ones
The chosen ones
Written by: Joe Camilleri, Nick Smith
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