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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenny Rogers
Kenny Rogers
Lead Vocals
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
Jimmie Sloas
Jimmie Sloas
Bass
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Drums
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
J.T. Corenflos
J.T. Corenflos
Electric Guitar
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Guitar
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Eric Darken
Eric Darken
Percussion
Gordon Mote
Gordon Mote
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casey Beathard
Casey Beathard
Songwriter
Kenneth Wright
Kenneth Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Additional Engineer
Mike Lancaster
Mike Lancaster
Assistant Engineer
Seth Morton
Seth Morton
Assistant Engineer
Shawn Daugherty
Shawn Daugherty
Assistant Engineer
Sean Neff
Sean Neff
Editing Engineer
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Producer
Steve Marcantonio
Steve Marcantonio
Mixing Engineer
Todd Tidwell
Todd Tidwell
Engineer
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Éric Boulanger
Éric Boulanger
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

He sat down, picked up the phone and said "Boy, I'm your old man" He touched the glass between the two, as if to shake his hand The boy he didn't budge, not even so much as a blink The man said, "Oh come on, boy, better late than never, don't you think?" He said, "I read it in the paper, can't believe you're 21 And I can't believe some son of mine could do the things I hear you've done" He went on like some big hero, who flew in to save the day Then the boy said "If you're here, to steer me right, man, it's too late" You had to be there, and I'm talkin' from day one That's the only time a dad should talk through glass to his new son You'd have to go back and teach me how when I was nine 'Cause my mama couldn't throw a ball even if she had the time I should have been learnin' how to fish, instead of learnin' how to smoke I bet if you'd of whooped my tail, I'd never thought it was a joke He said, "Sometimes the will for doin' wrong is way too strong for any mama's prayers" You had to be there The man said "Boy, I'm sorry that you hate me like you do" The boy said "Dry it up man, we ain't making this about you" It's about a teenage girl against the world 'cause she was left there high and dry It's about a kid who might have stood a whole lot better shot at life You had to be there, and I'm talkin' from from day one That's the only time a dad should talk through glass to his new son You'd have to go back and teach me how when I was nine 'Cause my mama couldn't throw a ball even if she had the time I should have been learnin' how to fish, instead of learnin' how to smoke I bet if you'd of whooped my tail I'd never thought it was a joke He said "Sometimes the will for doin' wrong is way too strong for any mama's prayer" You had to be there Before the boy hung up the phone, he said "They say me I'm out of time" And it hit the man, right there and then My God, son, so am I
Writer(s): Casey Beathard, Kenneth Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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