Claviers :

Richard Perdriau

Solo Guitare :

Philippe "Lips" Agator

Guitares rythmique, basse, batterie :

S. Scotto

You’re gonna break it down again
You’re gonna turn it down my friend
You’ve got to play it down again
It’s gonna bring you down my friend

"There may come a time, a time in anyone’s life
When nothing seems to turn out right, to go your way
There may come a time, you can’t seem to find your place
For every door you knock is like a slap in your face"

You’re gonna need some back-up… my friend
You really need someone to liven up … my friend
You can’t live it up again
You’ve got to brighten you up my friend

"There may come a time, a time in anyone’s life
When nothing seems to turn out right, to go your way"
There may come a time, when you live off your land
But you reach out for something and it’s just a slap in your hand

No matter where you turn, you ain’t got no place to stand
Feels like you can’t go on, you ain’t got no money to spend
Can’t remember how it feels to be all alone
You feel like you'd give anything
For just a little place calls home…

You will call your own… a place like home
You can call your own…
For just a little place, you can call your own
You can call your own… a little place like home…

Let it be you…. Ad lib

12/02/11