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zach bryan - jake's piano - long island (lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zach Bryan
Zach Bryan
Lead Vocals
Zephyr Avalon
Zephyr Avalon
Bass
Noah Le Gros
Noah Le Gros
Electric Guitar
Jacob Weinberg
Jacob Weinberg
Piano
Read Connolly
Read Connolly
Steel Guitar
Stephen Scott Clark
Stephen Scott Clark
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Bryan
Zach Bryan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Bryan
Zach Bryan
Producer
Daniel Bacigalupi
Daniel Bacigalupi
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Dawson March
Dawson March
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Weinberg
Jacob Weinberg
Engineer
Jacquire King
Jacquire King
Mixing Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

I finally quit smokin' cigarettes And I don't go downtown drinkin' 'til it's dawn The best parts of you are here, but you're still gone And, Lord, I've been tryin' to smile like you told me Laugh like the old me, it comes out all wrong The best parts of you are here, but you're still gone And I still tie that double knot The one you taught, that gets caught on the banks The best parts of you are here, but you still ain't I finally quit smokin' cigarettes And I don't go downtown drinkin' 'til it's dawn The best parts of you are here but you're still gone I heard your father got sick of Long Island I've been tryin' like hell to call My mind ain't well and I just can't tell you why I heard they shut the old bar we'd go when we needed rest We'd always stay out too late Tuesday nights You said I was the perfect gentleman You used to hold me by my gentle hands These ain't the hopeful hands you held before And I've been drinkin' so much lately, it seems a damn double blade 'Cause when I'm drunk I dream you're dancin' down the shore I heard your father got sick on Long Island I've been tryin' like hell to call My mind ain't well and I just can't tell you why I heard they shut down the old bar we'd go to, when we needed rest We'd always stay out too late Tuesday nights I heard your father got sick on Long Island I've been tryin' like hell to call My mind ain't well and I just can't tell you why I heard they shut down the old bar we'd go to, when we needed rest We'd always stay out too late Tuesday nights
Writer(s): Zachary Lane Bryan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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