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Corner Bar
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Uncle Kracker
Uncle Kracker
Lead Vocals
Michael Bradford
Michael Bradford
Bass Guitar
Ty Stone
Ty Stone
Background Vocals
Alex Al
Alex Al
Bass Guitar
Dorian Crozier
Dorian Crozier
Drums
Doug McKean
Doug McKean
Programming
Neil Tiemann
Neil Tiemann
Guitar
Tim Pierce
Tim Pierce
Guitar
Jamie Muhoberac
Jamie Muhoberac
Keyboards
Dan Chase
Dan Chase
Programming
Rashawn Ross
Rashawn Ross
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin Gross
Martin Gross
Songwriter
Matthew Shafer
Matthew Shafer
Songwriter
Michael Bradford
Michael Bradford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Additional Engineer
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Additional Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Aaron Walk
Aaron Walk
Assistant Engineer
Russ Waugh
Russ Waugh
Assistant Engineer
Steve Rea
Steve Rea
Assistant Engineer
Jaime Neely
Jaime Neely
Assistant Producer
Doug McKean
Doug McKean
Engineer
Mike Fasano
Mike Fasano
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Lars Fox
Lars Fox
Engineer
Rob Cavallo
Rob Cavallo
Producer

Lyrics

Once upon a time in the land of plenty The land of lawyers, guns and money A funny little thing we all call greed Brought my hometown down to its knees A little bit worried about the shape I'm in Baby needs shoes and the wallet's thin Got no gas or electricity But everybody's singin' in harmony... Sell me up, sell me down Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around Take my house, take my car But you can't take my seat at the corner bar Take my crib, take my car But I'm keepin' my seat at the corner bar No block party, everybody's evicted No street lights, no runnin' liquids I got no room on my credit card And I'm three court dates from the prison yard My credit score's fallen like the New York Mets There ain't a debt collector that ain't called yet They say money don't talk, it only swears Got me cussing in my underwear Sell me up, sell me down Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around Take my house, take my car But you can't take my seat at the corner bar Take my crib, take my car But I'm keepin' my seat at the corner bar Once upon a time in America (America) The politicians went and fell outta love There was a raping of the common man And left us sittin' here without no plan Swimmin' through bills like Michael Phelps Down and out and can't get no help The kids are hungry Peepin' French Poodles Pickin' through dumpsters for Ramen noodles Standin' in line with a family to feed Tradin' Manhattan for Indian beads It's been a long time since we felt good Got everybody waitin' on Robin Hood Sell me up, sell me down Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around Take my house, take my car But you can't take my seat at the corner bar Take my crib, take my car But I'm keepin' my seat at the corner bar Once upon a time in America (America) The politicians went and fell outta love There was a raping of the common man And left us sittin' here without no plan Sell me up, sell me down Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around Take my house, take my car But you can't take my seat at the corner bar Take my crib, take my car But I'm keepin' my seat at the corner bar (at the corner bar)
Writer(s): Matthew Shafer, Martin Gross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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