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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blue Rodeo
Blue Rodeo
Performer
Greg Keelor
Greg Keelor
Vocals
Jim Cuddy
Jim Cuddy
Vocals
Colin Crips
Colin Crips
Electric Guitar
Bazil Donovan
Bazil Donovan
Bass Guitar
Glenn Milchem
Glenn Milchem
Drums
Tim Vesely
Tim Vesely
Percussion
Michael Boguski
Michael Boguski
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Greg Keelor
Greg Keelor
Lyrics
Jim Cuddy
Jim Cuddy
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim Cuddy
Jim Cuddy
Producer
Colin Crips
Colin Crips
Producer
Tim Vesely
Tim Vesely
Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I need someone to lean upon Someone to guide me, somebody strong I can't trust myself enough, the feeling's there but the timing's off I know, I know, I know We're living through crooked times Too much talk and no straight lines You can keep your peace and hold your tongue Think you're right but still you're wrong I know, I know, I know Where do we go next, what do we do? (What will you do?) We need a big move to get us through (what will you do?) Well, I'm calling all my favours in Moving close to all my friends Gonna find my joy again Well, I owe it to myself Rich man, poor man, beggar, thief Makes no difference what you believe Feel fate's tugging at your sleeve I owe it to my, owe it to myself Those nights when we used to walk I would listen and you would talk Words of anger, words of love Both struck down by the stars above I know, I know, I know Voices were calling, how could we know? (What will you do?) Head in the clouds and nowhere to go (what will you do?) Well, I'm calling all my favours in Moving close to all my friends Gonna find my joy again Well, I owe it to myself Rich man, poor man, beggar, thief Makes no difference what you believe Feel fate's tugging at your sleeve I owe it to my, owe it to myself Ooh I'm staring up at any empty sky Hanging around as the world goes by You can bury your head, don't let your telephone ring But when you look up it's the same damn thing I know, I know, I know Well, I'm calling all my favours in Moving close to all my friends Gonna find my joy again Well, I owe it to myself Rich man, poor man, devil, thief Makes no difference what you believe Feel fate's tugging at your sleeve I owe it to my, owe it to my myself Ooh Ooh, to myself Ooh, to myself
Writer(s): Greg Keelor, Jim Cuddy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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