Video musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Guitar
Jason Lehning
Jason Lehning
Keyboards
Josh Crosby
Josh Crosby
Drums
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Guitar
Ian Fitchuk
Ian Fitchuk
Keyboards
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Bass
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Recording Engineer
Jason Lehning
Jason Lehning
Recording Engineer
Robert Marvin
Robert Marvin
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Josh Crosby
Josh Crosby
Recording Engineer
Matt Mahaffrey
Matt Mahaffrey
Recording Engineer
Andy Selby
Andy Selby
Recording Engineer
Gordon Hammond
Gordon Hammond
Recording Engineer

Letra

Your poker face ain't fooling nobody, nobody here We've all felt the flame and shed those same tears Driving home to a one man hell Still counting years, still counting years Hey brother, we're all learning to love again 'Cause that was the real you Running through the fields of gold wide open Standing in places, no picture contains That was the real you, windows down We could smell the mint fields crying Singin' with the radio to a song we can't name That was the real you Saying maybe I'm not to young to be a cowboy Hey brother, we're all learning to love again Hey brother, we're all learning to love again Making up your bed that day On a foreign floor between foreign walls Thinking 'bout the words you'd say To a phone that never calls Feel the weight of your fathers ring And all those dreams and all those dreams Singin', hey brother, we're all learning to love again 'Cause that was the real you Running through the fields of gold wide open Standing in places no picture contains That was the real you, windows down We could smell the mint fields crying Singin' with the radio to song we can't name That was the real you Saying maybe I'm not to young to be a cowboy Hey brother, we're all learning to love again Hey brother, we're all learning to love again I know you like I know my reflection Walking on the water cross and ocean of desire Everyone I know is looking for protection Trying to pull your hometown across a telephone wire 'Cause that was the real you Standing there in the shape of your body Fear down know no love when we're all the same That was the real you Looking back across the water Tears falling like rain drops rippling against the shame That was the real you Singin' Hallelujah looking down a barrel Hey brother, we're all learning to love again Hey brother, we're all learning to love again Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
Writer(s): Mathew William Kearney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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