Upcoming Concerts for Zac Brown Band
Featured In
Similar Songs
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amos Lee
Vocals
Chris Fryar
Drums
Clay Cook
Guitar
Coy Bowles
Guitar
Daniel De Los Reyes
Percussion
Jimmy De Martini
Background Vocals
John Driskell Hopkins
Background Vocals
Zac Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zac Brown
Songwriter
Nic Cowan
Songwriter
Wyatt B. Durrette, III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Stegall
Producer
Chris Fryar
Additional Engineer
Clay Cook
Assistant Engineer
Hank Hiriam Williams
Mastering Engineer
Jack Miele
Additional Engineer
John Driskell Hopkins
Additional Engineer
John Kelton
Mixing Engineer
Matt Rovey
Additional Engineer
Steve Lowery
Additional Engineer
Travis Humbert
Assistant Engineer
Tyler Bradley Walker
Assistant Engineer
Zac Brown
Producer
Lyrics
Early morning in a motel room
Sunshine tryin' to creep on through
Lost sleep but I found a tune
Stuck inside my head
Cigarettes and tank of gas
Headed off to nowhere fast
Gotta find a way to make this feeling last
'Cause I believe that I
Was born with a song inside of me
Never question why
I just kept on chasing that melody
And as time goes by
It's funny how time will make you realize
We're running out of it
On the day that I die, I want to say that I
Was a man who really lived and never compromised
And when I've lived out my days until the very end
I hope they find me in my home, a guitar in my hands
I hope they find me in my home with my guitar in my hands
Whoa-oh whoa
Whoa
A part I don't want to be ashamed of
Good peole aren't supposed to be of
I found peace with this path I took
As I laid down my head
Now cross roads, you gotta choose
Which way do we win or lose
And every bone in my soul says I sing on through
And I beleive that I
Was born with a song inside of me
Never question why
I just keep on singing these melodies
As time goes by
It's funny how time will make you realize
We're running out of it
On a day that I die, I wanna say that I
Was a man who really lived and never compromised
And when I've lived out my days, until the very end
I hope they find me in my home, guitar in my hands
I hope they find me in my home with my guitar in my hands
Whoa-oh whoa
Whoa
Whoa-oh whoa
Whoa
We all go
We all go
It's all over
'Fore you know
I believe that I
Was born with a song inside of me
Never question why
I just keep on singing these melodies
And as time goes by
It's funny how time can make you realize
We're running out of it
On a day that I die, I will say that I
Was a man who really loved and never compromised
And while I live out my days, until the very end
You can find me in my home, guitar in my hands
And you can find me in my home with my guitar in my hands
Whoa-oh whoa
Whoa
Whoa-oh whoa
Whoa
Writer(s): Niko Moon, Wyatt Durette, Zachry Brown
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com