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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Canned Heat
Canned Heat
Performer
Joe Bonamassa
Joe Bonamassa
Lead Guitar
Dale Spalding
Dale Spalding
Vocals
Jimmy Vivino
Jimmy Vivino
Rhythm Guitar
Richard Reed
Richard Reed
Bass
Adolfo de la Parra
Adolfo de la Parra
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Skip Taylor
Skip Taylor
Composer
Harvey Mandel
Harvey Mandel
Composer
Alan Wilson
Alan Wilson
Composer
Robert Eugene Hite Jr.
Robert Eugene Hite Jr.
Composer
Adolfo de la Parra
Adolfo de la Parra
Composer

Lyrics

This ole world’s in a tangle
Dark clouds most everywhere
This ole world’s in a tangle
Dark clouds most everywhere
We gotta breathe this air, but nobody seems to care
I’m wanna tell all you people
The battle has just begun
I wanna tell all you people
The battle has just begun
One black day, we might not see the sun
So Sad, So Sad, So Sad… It’s Bad
So Sad
People peepin’ and a hidin’
You know that they're afraid to see
People peepin’ and a hidin’
You know that they're afraid to see
They’ve got blinders on, they can't see you or me
Listen to me you ole folk
This old world’s gotta change
Listen to me you young folk
This old world’s gotta change
If the bombs start fallin’
There'll be no more “Home On The Range”
So Sad, So Sad, So Sad… It’s Bad
So Sad
We gotta take some consideration
And shake things up a bit
We gotta take some consideration
And shake things up a bit
Some say no, but still we must insist
Too much smoke, too much gas
Too little green, and it's goin’ fast
Help us now and shake your y’ass y’ass y’ass
So Sad, So Sad, So Sad… It’s Bad
So Sad
Written by: Adolfo de la Parra, Alan Wilson, Harvey Mandel, Robert Eugene Hite Jr., Skip Taylor
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