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Win Some Lose Some | ||||||||||||
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| Recording Artist: | Bryan Adams | ||||||||||||
| Writers: | Jim Vallance Bryan Adams Paul Dean Eric Kagna |
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| Date Written: | September 1979 / Vancouver Canada | ||||||||||||
| Albums: | Bryan Adams (A&M Records, 1980) | ||||||||||||
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Bryan Adams: guitar, vocal Jim Vallance: organ, drums, percussion, bass? Jim Clench: bass? |
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Produced by Jim Vallance and Bryan Adams. Recorded by Hayward Parrott, November 1979, at Manta Studios, Toronto, Canada. Mixed by Bobby Shaper at Sunset Sound, Los Angeles, January 1980. |
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| Cover Versions: | Also recorded by Scandal |
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The lyric is mostly Bryan's, about an on-again-off-again relationship with his girlfriend at the time. We recorded the song with engineer Hayward Parrott in the small room at the back of Manta Sound, Toronto, in November 1979. I played drums, guitar and organ. Bryan played guitar and sang. I can't remember who played bass ... it was either me or Jim Clench (BTO / April Wine). |
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| Lyrics: | Now you know That I stood outside your window just a little too long Whatcha gonna do When the hours pass away and you know that I'm gone Well it may be a week - it may be a day I'm six blocks over and I don't know what to say to you Jokin' 'bout your mother went a little to far But you caught me - out with the others til the early dawn There may be a time - if we played it right I'm six blocks over and you wouldn't spend the night with me Now and the hours and the minutes just fly away You win some and you lose some You gotta get right Or I'll be saying bye bye bye bye Thinkin' 'bout you The way you're holdin' me down I'd be better off dead Now you know That the time is runnin' out on the things we said Well it may be a week - it may be a day I'm six blocks over and I don't know what to say to you Now and the hours and the minutes just fly away You win some and you lose some You gotta get right Or I'll be saying bye bye bye bye |
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