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Jennifer Nettles - There Is A Sucker Born Ev'ry Minute (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jennifer Nettles
Jennifer Nettles
Vocals
Scott Patton
Scott Patton
Acoustic Guitar
Andrew Keenan
Andrew Keenan
Acoustic Guitar
Antoine Silverman
Antoine Silverman
Violin
Joshua Day
Joshua Day
Drums
Zev Katz
Zev Katz
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Stewart
Michael Stewart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jennifer Nettles
Jennifer Nettles
Producer
Alex Lacamoire
Alex Lacamoire
Producer
Adam Zotovich
Adam Zotovich
Executive Producer
Scott Patton
Scott Patton
Associate Producer
Neal Avron
Neal Avron
Mixing Engineer
Scott Skrzynski
Scott Skrzynski
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Derik Lee
Derik Lee
Recording Engineer
Ian Kagey
Ian Kagey
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

There is a sucker born every minute Each time the second hand sweeps to the top Like dandelions up they pop Their ears so big, their eyes so wide And though I feed 'em bonafide baloney With no truth in it Why you can bet I'll find some rube to buy my corn 'Cause there's a sure-as-shooting sucker born a minute And I'm referrin' to the minute you was born Each blessed hour brings sixty of 'em Each time the wooden cuckoo shows his face Another sucker takes his place And plunks his quarter on the line To buy my brand of genuine malarkey God bless and love 'em! But don't feel sad or hoppin' mad or cause a scene 'Cause there's a sure-as-shooting sucker born a minute But Ma'am you mighta been the minute in between If I allow that right here in my hands The smallest living human man The sight of that is surely worth a dime If I present an educated pooch Who's trained to dance the hoochie cooch What better way to waste a bit of time If I imported monumental cost A lady, fair, who's head was lost While crossing railroad tracks to pick some zinnias Who eats farina through a hose And wears pink tights instead of clothes If that ain't worth a buck my name ain't Jeneas Aw you say that's hog wash well who cares You'll buy my hog wash long as There's a sucker born every minute Each time the second hand sweeps to the top Like dandelions up they pop Their ears so big, their eyes so wide And though my tale is bonafide baloney Just let me spin it And ain't no man who can resist me wait and see 'Cause there's a sure-as-shooting sucker born a minute And friends the biggest one excluding none is me
Writer(s): Cy Coleman, Michael Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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