Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
The Dead South
The Dead South
Interprète
Colton Crawford
Colton Crawford
Banjo
Danny Kenyon
Danny Kenyon
Contrebasse
Nate Hilts
Nate Hilts
Voix principales
Scott Pringle
Scott Pringle
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Colton Crawford
Colton Crawford
Paroles/Composition
Danny Kenyon
Danny Kenyon
Paroles/Composition
Nate Hilts
Nate Hilts
Paroles/Composition
Scott Pringle
Scott Pringle
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jason Plumb
Jason Plumb
Production

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Creep and crawl until you fall into that old, dark room
Where you left your sins and all of your friends
Staring back the old man's lies as he watched you drown
You get up and you just splash around
[Verse 2]
Never really knowin' why, they won't understand
As you hang from that tree with that look of despair
Pulling out your guns and blast another round
Oh, one of these days you got your, you got your crown
Whoa, oh, oh, whoa
[Verse 3]
I wanna be the very best, best there ever is
Quickest draw, the toughest motherfucker in these lands
I wanna be the very best, best there ever is
The quickest draw, the toughest motherfucker in these
Lands
[Verse 4]
Goin' around every day as I shoot away
Taking' 'em all down to their knees to pray
Make my way up to the top, as I knew I would
Bein' a gunslinger is a glory and goddamn
Goddamn it's good
Whoa, oh, oh, whoa
[Verse 5]
I wanna be the very best, the best there ever is
The quickest draw, the toughest motherfucker in these lands
I wanna be the very best, the best there ever is
The quickest draw, the toughest motherfucker in these
Lands
[Verse 6]
Well, I got my wish, I was the best
The only problem is
I'm laying on the cold cement
With a bullet
In my head
In my head
In my head
Now I'm dead
[Verse 7]
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
[Verse 8]
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh
Whoa, oh
Written by: Colton Crawford, Danny Kenyon, Nate Hilts, Nathaniel William Hilts, Scott Pringle
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