℗ 1973 Universal Records, a Division of UMG Recordings, Inc.
Released on: 1973-01-01
Producer, Associated Performer, Recording Arranger, Vocalist: James Brown
Studio Personnel, Engineer: Lowell Dorn
Studio Personnel, Mix Engineer: Bob Both
Associated Performer, Trombone: Fred Wesley
Associated Performer, Electric Guitar: Jimmy Nolen
Associated Performer, Electric Guitar: Hearlon Martin
Associated Performer, Bass Guitar: Fred Thomas
Associated Performer, Drums: John Starks
Associated Performer, Percussion: Johnny Griggs
Associated Performer, Percussion: John Morgan
Composer Lyricist: Fred Wesley
Composer Lyricist: John Starks
Composer Lyricist: James Brown
Bass: Abraham Laboriel
Mixing Engineer: Bruce Swedien
Recording Engineer: Bruce Swedien
Background Vocals: Diva Gray
Guitar: George Benson
Lead Vocals: George Benson
Electric Piano: Herbie Hancock
Trumpet: Jerry Hey
Background Vocals: Jim Gilstrap
Background Vocals: Jocelyn Brown
Drehleier: John Robinson
Masterer: Kent Duncan
Flute, Saxophone: Kim Hutchcroft
Flute, Saxophone: Larry Williams
Guitar: Lee Ritenour
Assistant Engineer: Mark Sackett
Synthesiser: Michael Boddicker
Background Vocals: Patti Austin
Percussion: Paulinho Da Costa
Producer: Quincy Jones
Assistant Engineer: Ralph Osbourne
Synth Bass: Richard Tee
Assistant Engineer: Sheridan Eldridge
Concert Master Conductor: Sid Sharp
Background Vocals: Tom Bahler
Writer: Rod Temperton
00:00 After You Done It
04:05 Why Am I Treated So Bad?
09:55 Soul Pride
14:18 Who Knows
16:54 Use Your Mother
20:11 Give It Up Or Turnit A Loose
23:50 Funk Bomb
27:57 Untitled Tune
31:19 The Popcorn
35:42 The Drunk
38:44 Lowdown Popcorn
43:11 Blues and Pants
48:51 Pass The Peas
52:05 Hot Pants Road
54:51 To My Brother
59:39 Time Is Running Out Fast
1:09:39 Blind Man Can See It
1:16:46 Mr Hot Pants
1:23:09 Get On The Good Foot
1:27:24 All Aboard The Funky Soul Train
1:31:36 Transmograpfication
1:39:28 Honky Tonk
James Brown performing at Live 8s «Final Push» in Edinburghs Murrayfield Stadium on the 6th July, 2005. Organised by Sir Bob Geldof and The Band Aid Trust to raise money to fight poverty around the world, the event was viewed by around 2 billion people.
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℗ A Motown Records Release; ℗ 1972 UMG Recordings, Inc.
Released on: 2005-08-23
Producer: Norman Whitfield
Associated Performer, Recording Arranger, Conductor: Paul Riser
Associated Performer, Vocals: Dennis Edwards
Associated Performer, Vocals: Damon Harris
Associated Performer, Vocals: Richard Street
Associated Performer, Vocals: Melvin Franklin
Associated Performer, Vocals: Otis Williams
Associated Performer, Organ: Johnny Griffith
Associated Performer, Trumpet: Maurice Davis
Composer Lyricist: Barrett Strong
Composer Lyricist: Norman Whitfield
Lyrics:
I aint worried bout nothin
I aint wearin na nada
Im sittin pretty, impatient, but I know you gotta
Put in them hours, Imma make it harder
Im sending pic after picture, Imma get you fired
I know youre always on the night shift
But I cant stand these nights alone
And I dont need no explanation
Cause baby, youre the boss at home
You dont gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work
You dont gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh oh
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh oh
Lets put it into motion
Ima give you a promotion
Ill make it feel like a vacay, turn the bed into an ocean
We dont need nobody, I just need your body
Nothin but sheets in between us, aint no getting off early
I know youre always on the night shift
But I cant stand these nights alone
And I dont need no explanation
Cause baby, youre the boss at home
You dont gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work
You dont gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh
Girl, go to work for me
Can you make it clap, no hands for me?
Take it to the ground, pick it up for me
Look back at it all over me
Put in work like my timesheet
She ride it like a 63
Ima buy her no Celine
Let her ride in a foreign with me
Oh, she the bae, Im her boo
And she down to break the rules
Ride or die, she gon go
Im gon judge, she finesse
I pipe up, she take that
Putting overtime on your body
You dont gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work
You dont gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh
Yeah, we can work from home
Yeah, we can work from home
Yeah