Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Young Dubliners
The Young Dubliners
Musician
Brendan Holmes
Brendan Holmes
Bass
Keith Roberts
Keith Roberts
Acoustic Guitar
Chas Waltz
Chas Waltz
Violin
Bob Boulding
Bob Boulding
Electric Guitar
Dave Ingraham
Dave Ingraham
Drums
Jefff Dellisanti
Jefff Dellisanti
Piccolo Flute
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Wooler
John Wooler
Producer
Sally Browder
Sally Browder
Mixing Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Was early in November, the leaves were on the ground I couldn't get up, I just gotten down I'm all alone, a-waitin' by the phone A-waitin' for your calls eventually You filled me with worry, you filled me with fear I'm not standing still, and I'm not stayin' here Outta my way, I can't take it no more So brown dog barkin' at the back door Brown dog barkin at the back door (come on!) So off on my adventure, now where do I begin? America called, it's callin' again I'm jumpin' on the plane, I'm drinkin' on the way I wake up in the sunshine every day We came for the money, we came for the fun Remember your mother, stay out of the sun Livin' the life 'cause it's what we can fund So brown dog barkin' at the back door Brown dog barkin' at the back door (come on!) We're not goin' home We're not goin' home Oh, we know they're behind us But they'll never find us 'Cause we're on our way We're on our way Now what's that my darlin', now what did you say? I know you were sad when I went away But I'm over here, by now it should be clear I won't be going back there any day You filled me with worry, you filled me with fear I didn't stand still, and I came over here Outta my way, I can't take it no more So brown dog barkin' at the back door Brown dog barkin' at the back door Brown dog barkin' at the back door Brown dog barkin' at the back door Brown dog, brown dog, brown dog no more Brown dog, brown dog, I won't be knockin' at your back door One, two, a-one, two, three, four!
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