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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lady Blackbird
Lady Blackbird
Vocals
Chris Seefried
Chris Seefried
Electric Guitar
Jon Flaugher
Jon Flaugher
Acoustic Bass Guitar
Kenneth Crouch
Kenneth Crouch
Rhodes Piano
Tamir Barzilay
Tamir Barzilay
Drums
Rich Pagano
Rich Pagano
Drums
Deron Johnson
Deron Johnson
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Seefried
Chris Seefried
Songwriter
Marley Munroe
Marley Munroe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Seefried
Chris Seefried
Producer
Dom Shaw
Dom Shaw
Recording Engineer
Count
Count
Recording Engineer
Bob Mackenzie
Bob Mackenzie
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jozef Caldwell
Jozef Caldwell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Pete Min
Pete Min
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kennie Takahashi
Kennie Takahashi
Mixing Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Lucille was a mother workin' for the man
Hardworking women always got a plan
She'll get there
We'll get there
Get money for the kids and collect the pay
Save that money, gonna move away
To get there
We'll get there
She never thought a struggle was more than a bet
And you never learn nothing from the good times that you get
Show me the joy in the city
No time for pity
Love down and dirty
You take me
Make me laugh 'til tomorrow
No time for sorrow
Beg, steal, and borrow
Just take me there
If you can't find it in the heart of the city
If you can't find it in the city
Tommy was a crypto millionaire
Lean in his walk with the jet black hair
He get there
He got there
See him wave with a winning hand
She caught the eye of a well-fed man
She got there
They get there
He never thought a struggle was more than a bet
When two worlds collide, look what you get
Show me the joy in the city
No time for pity
Love down and dirty
You take me
Make me laugh 'til tomorrow
No time for sorrow
Beg, steal, and borrow
Just take me there
If you can't find it in the heart of the city
If you can't find it in the city
Here they are, covered in spring
Chime, chime, chime
And the church bells ring
They got there
They got there
Show me the joy in the city
No time for pity
Love down and dirty
You take me
Make me laugh 'til tomorrow
No time for sorrow
Beg, steal, and borrow
Just take me there
If you can't find it in the heart of the city
If you can't find it in the city
Isn't it-, isn't it a pity?
Written by: Chris Seefried, Marley Munroe
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