Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Cruel Sea
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Elliott
Composer
Gregory S. Perkins
Composer
Rumour
Composer
James Cruickshank
Composer
Kenneth Lee Gormly
Composer
J. Wayne
Composer
David Vaught
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Cohen
Mixing Engineer
Tex Perkins
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I wasn't doin nothin', anyway
Just what is it that I'm supposed to have done?
[Verse 2]
With bloodshot eyes and bleedin' hands
I put my new suit in the cleaners again
I took the first bus, I didn't look back
Lungs long blowin' like a smoke stack
Hair fallin' out as the wind blows through it
My horse ran second, just like I knew it would
Overflowin' ashtray, yay
[Verse 3]
Aw yeah, then the officer said
[Chorus]
You better get a lawyer, son, you better get a real good one
You better get a lawyer, son, you better get a real good one
Get yourself a suit and tie, and get your hair cut way up high
Get yourself a lawyer, son, you're gonna need a real good one
[Verse 4]
I got legs, I can walk all the way down the dirt track
I fell down, I got up, I turned around and then I walked back
I walked to the sea, I stood there and looked for a sign
It took time, but it came, I added up and took what was mine
[Verse 5]
Aw yeah, the officer said
[Chorus]
You better get a lawyer, son, you better get a real good one
Get yourself a lawyer, son, you're gonna need a real good one
[Chorus]
Don't drop the soap, don't smoke no dope
Get yourself a lawyer, son
You're gonna need a good one to get you out of this one
Written by: David Vaught, Gregory S. Perkins, J. Wayne, James Cruickshank, James Elliott, Kenneth Lee Gormly, Rumour