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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rhiannon Giddens
Rhiannon Giddens
Banjo
Dirk Powell
Dirk Powell
Electric Guitar
Justin Harrington
Justin Harrington
Vocals
Jason Sypher
Jason Sypher
Bass
Jamie Dick
Jamie Dick
Drums
Patrick Bartley
Patrick Bartley
Tenor Saxophone
Corey Wilcox
Corey Wilcox
Trombone
Alphonso Horn
Alphonso Horn
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rhiannon Giddens
Rhiannon Giddens
Songwriter
Dirk Powell
Dirk Powell
Songwriter
Justin Harrington
Justin Harrington
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rhiannon Giddens
Rhiannon Giddens
Co-Producer
Dirk Powell
Dirk Powell
Co-Producer

Lyrics

(Young man was a good man) Always went to school (Young man was a good man) Never played the fool (Young man was a good man) Never had no drama (Young man was a good man) Always took care of his mama (Young man was a good man) Hanging with his boys (Young man was a good man) Didn't know he'd made a choice (Young man was a good man) Only did it twice (Young man was a good man) But now he's paid the price Better get it right the first time Better get it right the first time Better get it right the first time Better get it right the first time (Young man was a good man) Did you stand your ground? (Young man was a good man) Is that why they took you down? (Young man was a good man) Or did you run that day? (Young man was a good man) Baby, they shot you anyway Better get it right the first time Better get it right the first time Better get it right the first time Better get it right the first time Uh, we done seen it on the daily, reposting obituary pages Losing beloveds, they wanna change the subject It's nothing new for the blue, is it the who or the hue? It's kids watching they fathers die when they pull up the tube We know enough to be cautious but honestly it's not simple Told to reach for yo' paper, they think you strapped with a pistol I was chillin', had nothin' but good intentions I knew to achieve success had to learn to finesse the system It was GPAs and test scores, had to be the best for College my only option, my mama told me to prep for it So it was kinda tiresome, stress reddenin' my irises I got the invite to another function, like finally Had to pull up with the homies, only pouring some soda I keep a clear head, seen enough to know how it goes But I noticed they getting louder, neighbors complain 'bout the noise Before I knew it, heard someone yell out, "Run, it's the boys" I didn't know what direction, I hit the curb and I run Everybody loud, ain't hear 'em tell me put my hands up Headed towards the lights, someone screamed my name from behind I guess you better get it right the first time
Writer(s): Rhiannon Giddens Laffan, Dirk Powell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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