Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wade Bowen
Vocals
Eric Darken
Percussion
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Adam Shoenfeld
Electric Guitar
Dan Dugmore
Steel Guitar
Greg Morrow
Drums
Charlie Judge
Organ
Sean McConnell
Background Vocals
Tony Lucido
Bass
Jedd Hughes
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wade Bowen
Composer
Sean McConnell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Niebank
Producer
Lyrics
There's a whole lot of nothing going on inside my head
Feels like my brain is fried, feels like my soul is dead
I've been working like a dog, putting way to big slave.
But these wheels keep on humming underneath my bed.
Damn you, devil, in this road of loneliness
You always knocked me down and I always got back up again.
So
Beat me down, beat me down
Come on, come on, beat me down.
Well, my momma has a nice way telling me I look like hell
I guess it's from the alcohol, I guess I might, as well.
Just pour me another glass, 'cause all the way, it seems to help.
Say, I'm transforming, momma, say, I'm not all for yourself.
Damn you, devil, in this road of loneliness
You always knocked me down and I always got back up again.
So
Beat me down, beat me down
Come on, come on, beat me down.
Beat me down, beat me down
Come on, come on, beat me down.
So
Beat me down, beat me down
Come on, come on, beat me down.
Beat me down, beat me down
Come on, come on, beat me down.
Beat me down, beat me down
Come on, come on, beat me down.
Beat me down, beat me down
Come on, come on.
Damn you, devil, in this road of loneliness
You always knocked me down and I always got back up again.
So beat me down.
Writer(s): Sean Mcconnell, Wade Bowen
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