Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Rea
Vocals
Eogham O'Neill
Bass Guitar
Adrian Rea
Drums
Dave Mattacks
Drums
Robert Ahwai
Guitar
Simon Nicol
Guitar
Kevin Leach
Keyboards
Max Middleton
Keyboards
Martin Ditcham
Percussion
Mel Collins
Saxophone
Annie Whitehead
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Rea
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Rea
Producer
Barry Hammond
Engineer
David Richards
Producer
Lyrics
Morning light meet the day
Nervous eyes look both ways
And it just won't matter, spring or fall
There's bread to win and shots to call
And there ain't nobody out there
Just a wild uncertainty
It's in your stride but it ain't no fun
Sometimes I feel just like a hired gun
I feel just like a hired gun
Always on the run
And how it started, well you can't recall
Did someone push you, did someone stall
Whatever the reasons there was lots to learn
To get home safely and not get burned
And it's all so cold and empty
As you watch the setting sun
You've picked up every dirty trick
Just to keep yourself always on the run
And I feel just like a hired gun
Always on the run
I dream of comfort and friendship long
But I can't trust you or anyone
The scars still hurt me and I don't let them heal
Each one's a lesson, each one's a shield
And I may even love you dearly
And I loathe what I have to do
You see I've picked up every dirty trick
In my fear of you
'Cos you make me feel just like a hired gun
Always on the run
Writer(s): Chris Rea (t)
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