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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bus Shelton
Electric Guitar
Christian Chase Chafin
Bass Guitar
Dillon Cridlin
Drums
Don Eanes
Piano
Isaac Blaine Gibson
Lead Vocals
Noah Patrick
Steel Guitar
Stewart Myers
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Blaine Gibson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
49 Winchester
Producer
Stewart Myers
Producer
Kenny Miles
Recording Engineer
Dave Polster
Mastering Engineer
Songtexte
Work until you die, that's all you'll ever do
In this little town where I come from
Ain't got no option, do what you gotta do
Ain't got much time for no fun
Unless you roll it up in paper, lord
Or snort it up your nose
Or drink it down like beer or moonshine
But you can retire early if you have enough fun
To a six by three box made of pine
And that neon right there beyond my barstool
Made me feel much warmer than you ever did at home
And the older I get, Lord, the more that I see I will never be alone
Long as that neon stays on, I've always got a place to call home
I'm a long way from temple hill
About halfway down to Georgia
I gotta be in Atlanta by five
And the same ghost I left at home
Followed me down here to Dixie
Makes me wonder how I'm even still alive
Cause when that feeling comes over me
It's hard to turn it down, there's a thirst I can feel in my bones
And the troubles I ran from met me right there at the door
Makes me feel like I'm right back at home
And that neon right there beyond my barstool
Made me feel much warmer than you ever did at home
And the older I get, Lord, the more that I see I will never be alone
Long as that neon stays on, I've always got a place to call home
Writer(s): Isaac Blaine Gibson
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