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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jason Isbell
Jason Isbell
Lead Vocals
Derry DeBorja
Derry DeBorja
Mellotron
Amanda Shires
Amanda Shires
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Isbell
Jason Isbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Producer
Matt Ross-Spang
Matt Ross-Spang
Engineer
Mike Stankiewicz
Mike Stankiewicz
Assistant Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

There's a few too many years on this hotel She used to be a beauty you can tell The lights down in the lobby they don't shine They just flicker while the elevator whines And the couple in the corner of the bar Have traveled light and clearly traveled far She's got nothing left to learn about his heart They're sitting there a thousand miles apart Baby let's not ever get that way I'll say whatever words I need to say I'll throw rocks at your window from the street And we'll call ourselves the flagship of the fleet There's a lady shining shoes up by the door And cowboy boots for seven dollars more And I remember how you loved to see them shine So I run upstairs and get a pair of mine And there's a painting on the wall beside the bed The watercolor sky at Hilton Head Then I see you in that summer when we met And that boy you left in tears in his Corvette Baby, let's not ever get that way I'll drive you to the ocean every day We'll stay up in the presidential suite And call ourselves the flagship of the fleet You gotta try and keep yourself naive In spite of all the evidence believed And volunteer to lose touch with the world And focus on one solitary girl Baby, let's not live to see it fade I'll cancel all the plans I've ever made I'll drive and you can ride in the back seat And we'll call ourselves the flagship of the fleet
Writer(s): Michael Jason Isbell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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