Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthony Ramos
Vocals
Ariana DeBose
Vocals
Sasha Hutchings
Vocals
Ephraim Sykes
Vocals
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Vocals
Original Broadway Cast of "Hamilton"
Vocals
Robin Macatangay
Guitar
Richard Hammond
Bass
Anja Wood
Cello
Alex Lacamoire
Conductor
Randy Cohen
Synthesizer
Andres Forero
Drums
Laura Sherman
Harp
Benny Reiner
Keyboards
Kurt Crowley
Keyboards
Scott Wasserman
Programming
Erin Mayland
Violin
Jeremy King
Assistant Programming
Jonathan Dinklage
Orchestra Leader
Mario Gotoh
Viola
Nevin Steinberg
Sound Effects
Taylor Williams
Synthesizer Programming
Will Wells
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Composer
Albert Johnson
Lyrics
Chris Martin
Composer
Kejuan Muchita
Lyrics
Khary Kimani Turner
Composer
Ron Chernow
Based on the Work of
Alex Lacamoire
Orchestrator
Emily Grishman
Copyist
Katharine Edmonds
Copyist
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Producer
Alex Lacamoire
Producer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Tim Latham
Mixing Engineer
Ahmir Thompson
Producer
Bill Sherman
Producer
Tariq Trotter
Producer
Craig Kallman
Associate Producer
Derik Lee
Recording Engineer
Ebonie Smith
Assistant Engineer
Nevin Steinberg
Sound Design
Riggs Morales
Associate Producer
Ron Robinson
Assistant Engineer
Sean Patrick Flahaven
Associate Producer
Thomas Kail
Associate Producer
Tyler Hartman
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Meet the latest graduate of King's College
I probably shouldn't brag, but, dag, I amaze and astonish
The scholars say I got the same virtuosity and brains as my pops
The ladies say my brain's not where the resemblance stops
I'm only nineteen, but my mind is older
Gotta be my own man, like my father, but bolder
I shoulder his legacy with pride, I used to hear him say
That someday, I would (Blow us all away)
[Verse 2]
Ladies, I'm lookin' for a Mister George Eacker
Made a speech last week, our Fourth of July speaker
He disparaged my father's legacy in front of a crowd
I can't have that, I'm making my father proud
[Verse 3]
I saw him just up Broadway a couple of blocks
He was goin' to see a play
Well, I'll go visit his box
God, you're a fox
And y'all look pretty good in your frocks
How 'bout when I get back we all strip down to our socks?
Okay, yeah! (Blow, blow us all away)
[Verse 4]
George
Shh
George!
Shh, I'm tryin' to watch the show!
You shoulda watched your mouth
Before you talked about my father though
I didn't say anything that wasn't true
Your father's a scoundrel, and so, it seems, are you (Ooh)
[Verse 5]
It's like that?
Yeah, I don't fool around, I'm not your little schoolboy friends
Well, see you on the dueling ground
That is, unless you wanna step outside and go now
I know where to find you, piss off, I'm watchin' this show now
[Verse 6]
Pops, if you had only heard the shit he said about you
I doubt you would have let it slide and I was not about to
Slow down
I came to ask you for advice, this is my very first duel
They don't exactly cover this subject in boarding school
Did your friends attempt to negotiate a peace?
He refused to apologize, we had to let the peace talks cease
Where is this happening?
Across the river, in Jersey
Everything is legal in New Jersey
[Verse 7]
Alright, so this is what you're gonna do
Stand there like a man until Eacker is in front of you
When the time comes, fire your weapon in the air
This will put an end to the whole affair
But what if he decides to shoot? Then I'm a goner
No, he'll follow suit if he's truly a man of honor
To take someone's life, that is something you can't shake
Philip, your mother can't take another heartbreak
[Verse 8]
Father!
Promise me
You don't want this young man's blood on your conscience
Okay, I promise
Come back home when you're done
Take my guns, be smart, make me proud, son
[Verse 9]
My name is Philip, I am a poet
And I'm a little nervous, but I can't show it
I'm sorry, I'm a Hamilton with pride
You talk about my father, I cannot let it slide
Mister Eacker, how was the rest of your show?
I'd rather skip the pleasantries, let's go
Grab your pistol
Confer with your men
The duel will commence after we count to ten (Count to ten)
[Outro]
Look 'em in the eye, aim no higher
Summon all the courage you require
Then slowly and clearly aim your gun towards the sky
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven—
Written by: Albert Johnson, Chris Martin, Kejuan Muchita, Khary Kimani Turner, Lin-Manuel Miranda