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