Omaha Lyrics - Counting Crows

Counting Crows August and Everything After cover art
Credits
publisher: ©IMAGEM U.S. LLC
writers: Adam Fredric Duritz, Ben G Mize, Charles Thomas Gillingham, Daniel John Vickrey, David Lynn Bryson, Matthew Mark Malley, Steve Bowman
release date: 1993-9-14
genres: Rock Blues Folk, World, & Country
styles: Folk Rock/Alternative Rock/Soft Rock/Pop Rock/Indie Rock
length: 3:40
producer: T‐Bone Burnett
piano: Charlie Gillingham and Adam Duritz
lead vocals: Adam Duritz
vocal: Steve Bowman, Matt Malley, David Bryson and Charlie Gillingham
mixer: Pat McCarthy and Scott Litt
recording engineer: Pat McCarthy
guitar: Matt Malley and David Bryson
additional background vocals: Gary Louris, Maria McKee and Mark Olson
Hammond organ: Charlie Gillingham
additional engineer: Robert Hart, Howard Willing and Steve Holroyd
accordion: Charlie Gillingham
harmonica: Adam Duritz
additional: David Immerglück
drums (drum set): Steve Bowman
bass guitar: Matt Malley
additional guitar: Bill Dillon, David Immerglück and T‐Bone Burnett
executive producer: Gary Gersh
chamberlin: Charlie Gillingham
additional mandolin: David Immerglück
assistant engineer: Brant Scott and Mark Guilbeault
additional pedal steel guitar: David Immerglück
additional mandocello: David Immerglück
additional guitorgan: Bill Dillon
composer: Adam Duritz
lyricist: Adam Duritz
Start tearing the old man down
Run past the heather and down to the old road
Start turning the grain into the ground Roll a new leaf over
In the middle of the night, there's an old man treading around in the gathered
rain
Well mister, if you're going to walk on water
Could you drop a line my way?

Omaha Somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door

Start threading a needle
Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room
Start turning the wool across the wire Roll a new life over
In the middle of the night, there's an old man threading his toes through a
bucket of rain
Hey mister, you don't want to walk on water
Because you're going to just walk all over me

Omaha Somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of the matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door

Start running the banner down
Drop past the color come up through the summer rain
Start turning the girl into the ground Roll a new love over
In the middle of the day, there's a young man rolling around in the earth and
rain
Hey Mister, if you're going to walk on water
You know you're only going to walk all over me.

Omaha Somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door



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Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Round Here
  • 2 Omaha
  • 3 Mr. Jones
  • 4 Perfect Blue Buildings
  • 5 Anna Begins
  • 6 Time and Time Again
  • 7 Rain King
  • 8 Sullivan Street
  • 9 Ghost Train
  • 10 Raining in Baltimore
  • 11 A Murder of One