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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amanda Shires
Background Vocals
Chad Gamble
Drums
Derry DeBorja
Keyboards
Jason Isbell
Guitar
Jimbo Hart
Bass Guitar
Sadler Vaden
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Isbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Producer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Gena Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Matt Ross-Spang
Engineer
Lyrics
I used to think that this was my town
What a stupid thing to think
I hear you're fighting off a breakdown
I myself am on the break
I used to want to be a real man
I don't know what that even means
Now I just want you in my arms again
And we can search each other's dreams
I know you're tired
And you ain't sleeping well
Uninspired
And likely mad as hell
But wherever you are
I hope the high road leads you home again
I heard enough of the white man's blues
I've sang enough about myself
So if you're looking for some bad news
You can find it somewhere else
Last year was a son of a bitch
For nearly everyone we know
But I ain't fighting with you down in a ditch
I'll meet you up here on the road
I know you're tired
And you ain't sleeping well
Uninspired
And likely mad as hell
But wherever you are
I hope the high road leads you home again
To a world you want to live in
We'll ride the ship down
Dumping buckets overboard
There can't be more of them than us
There can't be more
I know you're tired
And you ain't sleeping well
Uninspired
And likely mad as hell
But wherever you are
I hope the high road leads you home again
To a world you want to live in
To a world you want to live in
Writer(s): Michael Isbell, Michael Jason Isbell
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