Recorded: May-October 1970
Producers: George Harrison , Phil Spector
Engineers: Ken Scott, Phil McDonald
Released: 30 November 1970 (UK), 27 November 1970 (US)
George Harrison: vocals, guitar
Pete Drake: pedal steel guitar
Klaus Voormann: bass guitar
Gary Wright: piano
Billy Preston: organ
Alan White: drums
15 February 2015
this track, just like almost all the others on ATMP
I played it for Silly Mum and she said, ‘Whossat? George?’ and I said ‘Yip, such a sweet song’, and she came back with, ‘He can actually write a sweet song?’ I mentally , but all I said was ‘Oh yea, he wrote lots of sweet songs, you just have to know where to look.’
Silly Mum is not exactly a Harrifan … sigh…
8 January 2015
But lots of George songs are sweet! It really shows George’s strong country roots, he clearly listened to a lot of female country vocalists, that much is obvious from the melody. And of course the Dylan factor!
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15 February 2015
But lots of George songs are sweet!
That’s exactly what I said.
10 April 2016
One of my favourite Harrisongs.
Although, I must say that I like the demo from the Living in the Material World documentary-soundtrack-thingy better. I think that version sounds a lot more personal and intimate, like if George was right in front of you playing the song to try to brighten you up. The first time I heard it, I nearly cried.
Really tugs on the heartstrings, that one.
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14 April 2010
I love the demo version. Fitting this should be posted on Bob Dylan’s birthday as it was written as a song of encouragement to him.
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