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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
Performer
Tom Petty
Tom Petty
Lead Vocals
Jon Brion
Jon Brion
Conductor
Steve Ferrone
Steve Ferrone
Drums
Mike Campbell
Mike Campbell
Guitar
Benmont Tench
Benmont Tench
Organ
Scott Thurston
Scott Thurston
Pedal Steel Guitar
Lenny Castro
Lenny Castro
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Petty
Tom Petty
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Petty
Tom Petty
Producer
Mike Campbell
Mike Campbell
Producer
Richard Dodd
Richard Dodd
Mastering Engineer
George Drakoulias
George Drakoulias
Producer
Jim Scott
Jim Scott
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
If you reach back in your memory a little bell might ring
'Bout a time that once existed when money wasn't king
If you stretch your imagination, I'll tell you all a tale
About a time when everything wasn't up for sale
[Verse 2]
There was this cat named Johnny who loved to play and sing
When money wasn't king
[Verse 3]
We'd all get so excited when John would give a show
We'd raise the cash between us and down the road we'd go
To hear him play that music, it spoke right to my soul
Every verse a diamond and every chorus gold
[Verse 4]
And the sound was my salvation, it was only everything
Before money became king
[Verse 5]
Well, I ain't sure how it happened and I don't know exactly when
But everything got bigger and the rules began to bend
And the TV taught the people how to get their hair to shine
And how sweet life can be if you keep a tight behind
[Verse 6]
And they raised the cost of living and how could we have known
They'd double the price of tickets to go see Johnny's show?
[Verse 7]
So we hawked all our possessions and we sold a little dope
And went off to rock 'n' roll
[Verse 8]
We arrived there early, in time to see rehearsal
Then John came out and lip-synced his new lite beer commercial
And as the crowd arrived, as far as I could see
The faces were all different, there was no one there like me
[Verse 9]
They sat in golden circles and waiters served them wine
And talked through all the music and to John paid little mind
And way up in the nosebleeds, we watched him on the screen
They'd hung between the billboards so cheaper seats could see
[Verse 10]
Johnny rocked that golden circle and all those VIP's
And that music that had freed us became a tired routine
And I saw his face in close-up, tryin' to give it all he had
And sometimes his eyes betrayed him, you could see that he was sad
And I tried to rock on with him, but I slowly became bored
Could that man on stage with everything somehow need some more?
[Verse 11]
There was no use in pretending, no magic left to hear
All the music gave me was a craving for lite beer
As I walked out of the arena, my ears began to ring
And money became king
Written by: Tom Petty
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