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Sunday Every Saturday Night
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INTERPRÉTATION
Aaron Lewis
Aaron Lewis
Chant
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Chœurs
Kevin "Swine" Grantt
Kevin "Swine" Grantt
Basse
Bobby Terry
Bobby Terry
Guitare acoustique
Pat Buchanan
Pat Buchanan
Guitare électrique
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Guitare électrique
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel guitar
Ben Kitterman
Ben Kitterman
Dobro
Mickey Raphael
Mickey Raphael
Harmonica
Jim "Moose" Brown
Jim "Moose" Brown
Orgue
Wyatt Beard
Wyatt Beard
Chœurs
Tony Creasman
Tony Creasman
Batterie
Tyminski
Tyminski
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Aaron Lewis
Aaron Lewis
Paroles/Composition
Ira Dean
Ira Dean
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Buddy Cannon
Buddy Cannon
Production
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Seth Morton
Seth Morton
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

I've seen drunk girls singin' karaoke I've seen old timers bring their beer And we all seem to have our sad stories to tell That's how we all ended up here Washin' away all our problems Gettin' baptised in those neon lights And the drunker I get, the more things I forget And I just ain't got that kind of time So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey Because it fills up the cracks in my soul And it helps me forget all the damage I've done And all the time I've spent down in this hole And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright." So I take one more shot of redemption, Lord It's like Sunday every Saturday night Now the gospel comes out of that jukebox And an angel just walked through the door And she pulled up a chair right beside me She said, "You think misery's got room for one more?" So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey Because it fills up the cracks in my soul And it helps me forget all the damage I've done And all the time I've spent down in this hole And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright." So I take one more shot of redemption, Lord It's like Sunday every Saturday night Now the bar stools are lined up like church pews And the preacher just yelled out "Last call!" And confession is held belly-up to the bar Hell even the best angels fall So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey Because it fills up the cracks in my soul And it helps me forget all the damage I've done And all the time I've spent down in this hole And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus Saying "Son, it'll all be alright." So I take one more shot of redemption, Lord It's like Sunday every Saturday night It's like Sunday every Saturday night
Writer(s): Aaron Lewis, Ira L Dean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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