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PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Taylor
James Taylor
Acoustic Guitar
Valerie Carter
Valerie Carter
Vocals
Don Grolnick
Don Grolnick
Piano
David Lasley
David Lasley
Vocals
Kate Markowitz
Kate Markowitz
Vocals
Arnold McCuller
Arnold McCuller
Vocals
Michael Landau
Michael Landau
Electric Guitar
Jerry Douglas
Jerry Douglas
Dobro
Don Alias
Don Alias
Percussion
Carlos Vega
Carlos Vega
Drums
Clifford Carter
Clifford Carter
Synthesizer
Mark O'Connor
Mark O'Connor
Violin
Jimmy Johnson
Jimmy Johnson
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Taylor
James Taylor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Kortchmar
Danny Kortchmar
Producer
Don Grolnick
Don Grolnick
Producer
Katherine Miller
Katherine Miller
Assistant Engineer
Patrick Dillett
Patrick Dillett
Assistant Engineer
Matthew LaMonica
Matthew LaMonica
Assistant Engineer
Rob Jazco
Rob Jazco
Assistant Engineer
John "Geetus" Aguto
John "Geetus" Aguto
Assistant Engineer
Nathaniel Kunkel
Nathaniel Kunkel
Assistant Engineer
James Farber
James Farber
Recording Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Last thing I remember is the freezing cold
Water reaching up just to swallow me whole
Ice in the rigging and howling wind
Shock to my body as we tumbled in
Then my brothers and the others are lost at sea
I alone am returned to tell thee
Hidden in ice for a century
To walk the world again
Lord, have mercy on the frozen man
Next words that were spoken to me
Nurse asked me what my name might be
She was all in white at the foot of my bed
I said, "Angel of mercy, I'm alive or am I dead?"
My name is William James McPhee
I was born in 1843
Raised in Liverpool by the sea
But that ain't who I am
Lord have mercy on the frozen man
It took a lot of money to start my heart
To peg my leg and to buy my eye
The newspapers call me State of the art
And the children, when they see me, cry
I thought it'd be nice just to visit my grave
See what kind of tombstone I might have
I saw my wife and my daughter and it seemed so strange
Both of them dead and gone from extreme old age
See here, when I die make sure I'm gone
Don't leave 'em nothing to work on
You can raise your arm, you can wiggle your hand
And you can wave goodbye to the frozen man
I know what it means to freeze to death
To lose a little life with every breath
To say goodbye to life on earth
To come around again
Lord have mercy on the frozen man
Lord have mercy on the frozen man
Written by: James Taylor
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