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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charles Kelley
Vocals
Dave Haywood
Acoustic Guitar
Hillary Scott
Vocals
Anthony Lamachina
Cello
Chad Cromwell
Drums
Craig Young
Bass
David Davidson
Violin
Eric Darken
Percussion
Jason Gambill
Electric Guitar
Jim Grosjean
Violin
Karen Winkelmann
Violin
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Sari Reist
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Kelley
Songwriter
Dave Haywood
Songwriter
Kristin Wilkinson
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Worley
Producer
Victoria Shaw
Producer
Lyrics
There I was at the bus stop beggin' you just to stay
Can we work this out, baby, we can work this out
A dust trail from a Greyhound headed for the West Coast
As I watch you leave, it's gettin' hard to breathe
No, this ain't how it was suppose to be
While you're out chasin' all your dreams
Tell me where does that leave me?
What about the plans that you left behind?
The little white house by the railway line
The one we picked out
We even put the payment down
What about the promise that you made
To stay with me 'til your dying day?
You said you'd never go away
Are they just things that people say?
Are they just things, baby?
The preacher stopped by the house last Tuesday
Asked if I was fine
We sat and talked a while
He tried to make me smile
But it's so hard to show my face round lately
In this small town
I guess they heard the news
'About me and you
It's 3 a.m., and I can't sleep at all
I wonder where you are tonight, and do I ever cross your mind?
What about the plans that you left behind?
The little white house by the railway line
The one we picked out
We even put the payment down
What about the promise that you made
To stay with me 'til your dying day?
You said you'd never go away
Are they just things that people say
Well, my momma won't stop crying
She wonders what went wrong
Could I have loved a little deeper
Or did I hold on too strong? Ooh
Oh, no
What about the plans that you left behind?
The little white house by the railway line
The one we picked out
We even put the payment down
What about the promise that you made
To stay with me 'til your dying day?
You said you'd never go away
Are they just things that people say?
Whoa
Are they just things, baby?
Oh
Writer(s): Charles Kelley, Dave Haywood
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