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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Darryl Worley
Darryl Worley
Performer
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Drums
Kevin Grantt
Kevin Grantt
Bass Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Brent Rowan
Brent Rowan
Electric Guitar
Steve Hinson
Steve Hinson
Steel Guitar
Jim Brown
Jim Brown
Piano
Aubrey Haynie
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Eric Darken
Eric Darken
Percussion
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darryl Worley
Darryl Worley
Composer
Chris Stapleton
Chris Stapleton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Rogers
Frank Rogers
Producer
Richard Barrow
Richard Barrow
Recording Engineer
Brian David Willis
Brian David Willis
Recording Engineer
Mike Paragone
Mike Paragone
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Short
Steve Short
Assistant Recording Engineer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

Wake up America I got a problem Something you may not believe There is poison in the darkness Spreading like a bad disease I never thought I'd find myself in this condition Sitting by while children die from their addictions (Chorus:) I'm just a small town i have no tongue to speak I have no arms to hold them while their dying in my streets So I have to wonder does any body care. Lord is there any hope out there? Wake up America I got a problem Venom flowing thru my veins I see families town to pieces By crystal meth and crack cocaine Some of those sworn to provide us with protection Just turn their backs and cut a deal with the infection (Chorus:) I'm just a small town i have no tongue to speak I have no arms to hold them while their dying in my streets So I have to wonder does any body care. Lord is there any hope out there? All those years i gave them peaceful sanctuary Now I'm a grave yard where the innocent are buried (Chorus:) I'm just a small town i have no tongue to speak I have no arms to hold them while their dying in my streets So I have to wonder does any body care. Lord is there any hope out there? Lord is there any hope out there? Oh is there any hope out there? Wake up America i got a problem [Fading out] I got a problem It's like venom flowing thru my veins
Writer(s): Frank Rogers, Christopher Stapleton, Daryl Worley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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