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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave Mason
Dave Mason
Vocals
Ray Cardwell
Ray Cardwell
Background Vocals
Alvino Bennett
Alvino Bennett
Drums
Joe Bonamassa
Joe Bonamassa
Vocals
Johnne Sambataro
Johnne Sambataro
Acoustic Guitar
Tony Patler
Tony Patler
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Winwood
Steve Winwood
Songwriter
Jim Capaldi
Jim Capaldi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Mason
Dave Mason
Producer
Matt Linesch
Matt Linesch
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

If you see something that looks like a star
And it's shooting up out of the ground
And your head is spinning from a loud guitar
And you just can't escape from the sound
Don't worry too much it'll happen to you
We were children once, playing with toys
And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys
High-heeled boys
The percentage you're paying is too high priced
While you're living beyond all your means
And the man in the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make any noise
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest
Was the low spark of high-heeled boys
High-heeled boys
If you had just a minute to breathe
And they granted you one final wish
Would you ask for something like another chance?
Or something sim'lar as this?
Don't worry too much it'll happen to you
As sure as your sorrows are joys
And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys
If I gave you everything that I owned
And asked for nothing in return
Would you do the same for me as I would for you?
Or take me for a ride
And strip me of everything, including my pride
But spirit is something that no one destroys
And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys, heeled boys
Written by: Jim Capaldi, Steve Winwood
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