制作
出演艺人
The Royal Bopsters
伴唱
Dylan Pramuk
男中音
Holli Ross
女低音
Amy London
女高音
Darmon Meader
男高音
Steve Williams
鼓
Annie Ross
表演者
Sean Smith
低音提琴
Steve Schmidt
钢琴
Steven Kroon
打击乐
作曲和作词
Freddie Hubbard
作曲家
Mark Murphy
词曲作者
Dylan Pramuk
编曲
制作和工程
David Kowalski
混音工程师
Alan Silverman
母带工程师
Amy London
联合制作人
Darmon Meader
联合制作人
Sean Kelly
助理工程师
Jana Herzen
联合制作人
歌词
On the Clay
On the clay.
Screen door slappin' somewhere on a side porch,
A sleepy morning way out in the boondocks,
Stories are being told On the Red Clay.
Red clay's where we came from to begin with,
And where we're going when time comes for splitting.
Sounds are being dug on the red clay.
Moving, always, grooving.
Morning, midnight, sleep tight.
Someone's playing something on the back step,
The happy faces look out of the windows.
Always is something good On the Red Clay.
On the clay
Screen door, on the side porch, on the
Lives told, on the young, old, on the
Babes born, on the threads worn, on the
Sounds dug, on the towns sprung.
All from the clay, on the red, red clay, On The Red Clay.
Waiting for the papers in the evening,
You watch the roses climb out of their earth beds.
Lives being lived On the Red Clay.
Smoothing down my baby when she's tired out,
I tell her fun things and watch her start smiling.
Nobody being sad on my red clay,
No being sad when you stay on my red clay.
Your move, my move, check me.
He moves, they move, dig me?
Red Clay's just the dirt, but it's alive, son,
So whatcha doin' just sitting there goofin'?
Always a lot to do On The Red Clay.
Written by: Gigi Gryce, Jon Hendricks

