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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Orville Peck
Orville Peck
Lead Vocals
Kristopher Bowering
Kristopher Bowering
Drums
Kyle Connolly
Kyle Connolly
Bass
Bria Salmena
Bria Salmena
Background Vocals
Duncan Hay Jennings
Duncan Hay Jennings
Electric Guitar
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Keyboards
Luke Schneider
Luke Schneider
Pedal Steel Guitar
Laura Epling
Laura Epling
Violin
Nicole Neely
Nicole Neely
Viola
Austin Hoke
Austin Hoke
Cello
Kristin Weber
Kristin Weber
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Orville Peck
Orville Peck
Songwriter
Jordan Lehning
Jordan Lehning
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Producer
Jason Hall
Jason Hall
Mixing Engineer
Jimmy Mansfield
Jimmy Mansfield
Assistant Engineer
Jaxon Hargrove
Jaxon Hargrove
Assistant Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I was born in the Badlands, honey
Strange place for a boy to drown
Spent my days on a mountain, baby
12 miles north of Sofiatown
[Verse 2]
You've been gone away, I've been riding around
Running out the days, writing out a song
On my daddy's guitar, did you find your way? Skip another town?
Said I couldn't stay but it's different now
Yippee-ki-yi-yay, I'm always down
For hanging around
[Verse 3]
Left to borrow, gone tomorrow
Maybe there ain't a trail to follow
Better off alone if you ask me
Travel lucky, Kawasaki
Maybe next time I'll take you with me
And I still hear the sound
The wind come up, Kalahari down
Kalahari down
[Verse 4]
Polishing your whip, never drove it far
Circling the veld, spitting in the jar
On your daddy's farm, you'd say you're afraid, tell me not to frown
Play a song, you'd dance around
Yippee-yo-ki-yay, we'd hit the ground
Still tumbling down
[Verse 5]
What do I know? A buncha sorrow
Promises of a desperado
Through the rusty sky I feel the breeze
Where do we go? Mendocino?
Maybe someday you'll get to see all
The places that Torino's never been
And I still hear the sound
Wind come up, Kalahari down
Kalahari down
[Verse 6]
Left to roam on a reckless wander
Raising sand on the setting sun
Keep an eye on that dusty highway
Tell my mother I'm nearly done
And I still hear the sound
Wind come up, Kalahari down
Kalahari down
Written by: Orville Peck
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