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Smile When You're Ready (Live)

Fred Small

Alternative Folk

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Fred Small

Guitar

Johnny Cunningham

Johnny Cunningham

Fiddle

John McGann

Mandolin

Jim Whitney

Upright Bass

Catharine David

Catharine David

Background Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Fred Small

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Johnny Cunningham

Johnny Cunningham

Producer

Coleman Rogers

Recording Engineer

Eric Kilburn

Mixing Engineer

Toby Mountain

Mastering Engineer

Texty

Little girl in Mary Janes

You walked a fine line

Party braids and pinafores

Thank you for the very nice time

They didn't ask what you were thinking

They didn't want to know

All you wanted was to be loved

So you put on a show

But you can smile when you're ready

Not a moment before

A refugee awakes at night

To the sound of distant wars

Smile when you're ready

No matter how long it takes

Your wounded heart will find

Its own saving grace

Toy guns and bloody noses

Don't walk away from a fight

Faggot jeers at the sign of tears

Screw the lid on tight

So you never let them see you

You never laugh too loud

You're the man in the iron mask

You're a big boy now

But you can smile when you're ready

Not a moment before

A refugee awakes at night

To the sound of distant wars

Smile when you're ready

No matter how long it takes

Your wounded heart will find

Its own saving grace

Rain on the river

Patches of blue

When a smile seems a million miles away

It'll sneak up on you

Sometimes the people who hurt you

Don't leave you alone

Maybe they ask forgiveness

Maybe they say "Please come home"

Maybe they're just too ashamed to admit

The things you say are true

You can love 'em, you can let 'em go

You know it's up to you

To smile when you're ready

Not a moment before

A refugee awakes at night

To the sound of distant wars

Smile when you're ready

No matter how long it takes

Your wounded heart will find

Its own saving grace

Written by: Fred Small

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