Original Broadway Cast of The Outsiders - A New Musical
Performer
Matt Hinkley
Keyboards
Mark G. Meadows
Piano
Matt Beck
Guitar
Freddy Hall
Guitar
Jamie Eblen
Drums
Alexandra Eckhardt
Bass
Noelle Rueschman
Woodwinds
Clerida Eltimé
Cello
Justin Smith
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Clay
Composer
Zach Chance
Composer
Justin Levine
Orchestrator
Matt Hinkley
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Hinkley
Co-Producer
Jonathan Clay
Producer
Zach Chance
Producer
Justin Levine
Producer
Lawrence Manchester
Recording Engineer
Ryan Lipman
Mixing Engineer
Michael Hickey
Assistant Engineer
Beth Scott
Assistant Engineer
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Damn it, I've had it, I'm done tryn'a please you
Come on, settle down now Darrel
Who the hell do you boys think is gonna feed you?
You're gonna get yourself all worked up again
I'm getting tired of feeling unappreciated
I'll fold the laundry, I'll fold all of it!
Taking care of family is feeling overrated
I gave so much away, I get nothing in return
You don't tell me when you're coming home lately
Eat my food, do you even have a clue
That all you do is take
Every dollar that I earn
I try to keep you from the fire
But it's me who's getting burnеd
You'd think by now I'd learn
It's not my fault that you hate your dang life!
Maybе I should finally just walk on out
You'd be one less thing for me to worry about
Leave you boys, headed back to school
I'm tired of lifting you up, I'm tired of playing the fool
Start a new life in a different town
There ain't no tellin' where I'd go
Without you dragging me down
Picture life without old Darry around!
I'm so tired of working my hands to the bone
Wish that I could settle down with a lady
Wish I could but I can't
So instead I gotta break my back all day
Then I bust my ass at home
Oh, what's the use of dreaming about a life I'll never know
That ship sailed long ago
If you hate us so much then you should just leave!
Oh you got no idea what I give up for you two!
You see these hands, how torn up they are
How old they look?
I do it for you, Ponyboy
And for your knucklehead brother
So we can live in this house
So there can be food on the table every night!
You're not Dad, Darrel, and you're not Mom either, so stop tryn'a be!