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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Bolton
Michael Bolton
Performer
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Guitar
Blue Miller
Blue Miller
Acoustic Guitar
Ken Greenberg
Ken Greenberg
Electric Guitar
Eddie Bayers
Eddie Bayers
Drums
Tony Harrell
Tony Harrell
Keyboards
John Hobbs
John Hobbs
Piano
Michael Rhodes
Michael Rhodes
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gary Brooker
Gary Brooker
Songwriter
Keith Reid
Keith Reid
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Bolton
Michael Bolton
Producer
Phil Ramone
Phil Ramone
Producer
Barry Beckett for Beckett Productions
Barry Beckett for Beckett Productions
Producer
Jason Stasium
Jason Stasium
Assistant Engineer
Andrew Felluss
Andrew Felluss
Assistant Engineer
Tim Harkins
Tim Harkins
Assistant Engineer
Dave Boyer
Dave Boyer
Assistant Engineer
Mick Guzauski
Mick Guzauski
Mixing Engineer
Tom Bender
Tom Bender
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nick Marshall
Nick Marshall
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
David Reitzas
David Reitzas
Recording Engineer
Eric Schilling
Eric Schilling
Recording Engineer
Pete Greene
Pete Greene
Recording Engineer
Steve Milo
Steve Milo
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
And the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
[Verse 2]
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
[Verse 3]
She said, "There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see"
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just have well been closed
[Verse 4]
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Turned a whiter shade of pale
[Verse 5]
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Written by: Gary Brooker, Keith Reid, Matthew Fisher
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