Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jonathan Rado
Jonathan Rado
Guitar
Brandon Flowers
Brandon Flowers
Synthesizer
Ronnie Vannucci
Ronnie Vannucci
Drums
Joe Pug
Joe Pug
Harmonica
Anjolee Williams
Anjolee Williams
Background Vocals
Charles "ChuckHeat" Henderson-McCrary
Charles "ChuckHeat" Henderson-McCrary
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Rado
Jonathan Rado
Songwriter
Brandon Flowers
Brandon Flowers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shawn Everett
Shawn Everett
Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Rado
Jonathan Rado
Producer
Matt Breunig
Matt Breunig
Recording Engineer
Will Maclellan
Will Maclellan
Recording Engineer
Jed Jones
Jed Jones
Recording Engineer
Alec Eitrem
Alec Eitrem
Recording Engineer
Raoul Ahmad
Raoul Ahmad
Recording Engineer
Emily Lazar
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer
Chris Allgood
Chris Allgood
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

A couple of kids got hit by a Union Pacific train Carrying sheet metal and household appliances Through the pouring rain They were planning on getting married after graduation Had a little baby girl Trouble came and shut it down Things like that ain't supposed to happen In this quiet town Families are tight Good people They still don't deadbolt their doors at night In this quiet town When we first heard opioid stories They were always in whispering tones Now banners of sorrow mark the front steps of childhood homes Parents wept through daddy's girl eulogies and merit badge milestones With their daughters and sons Laying there lifeless in their suits and gowns Somebody's been keepin' secrets In this quiet town They know how to live Good people who lean on Jesus They're quick to forgive In this quiet town Now whenever I'm near the town I'll find some reason to give And I will walk with the dead and the living Where I used to live And every time I see my parents in the prime of their lives Offering their son the kind of love he could never put down Part of me is still that stainless kid, lucky In this quiet town Salt of the land Hard-working people If you're in trouble They'll lend you a hand Here, in this quiet town The first crop of hay is up School let out and the sun beats down Smoke billows from a Sunday train That cries away from a quiet town
Writer(s): Brandon Flowers, Jonathan Rado Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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