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Craig Morgan
Craig Morgan
Chant
Lonnie Wilson
Lonnie Wilson
Batterie
Mike Rogers
Mike Rogers
Chœurs
Jimmy Carter
Jimmy Carter
Basse
Sonya Isaacs
Sonya Isaacs
Chœurs
Pat Mcgrath
Pat Mcgrath
Guitare acoustique
Troy Lancaster
Troy Lancaster
Guitare électrique
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Claviers
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Steel guitar
Larry Franklin
Larry Franklin
Violon folklorique
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Craig Morgan
Craig Morgan
Production
Jonathon Russell
Jonathon Russell
Ingénierie de prise de son
Julian King
Julian King
Ingénierie de prise de son

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Lights are shining bright It's always downtown on the road I have friends that come from outta town Asking me to go They say, "There's so much going on Why don't you come along and show us around?" I tell them Karen's not feeling well So I probably shouldn't go out Besides I've gotta fix a list of things I need to do around the house Then I hang up the phone Turn the radio back on, and sit back down I know my boy ain't here but he ain't gone In the mornings I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition Go outside, sit by myself but I ain't alone I've got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost I've been beat up I been pushed and shoved But never ever really knocked down Between mom and dad, Uncle Sam and friends I somehow always pulled out But the pain of this was more Than I'd ever felt before, yeah I was broke I cried and cried and cried Until I passed out on the floor Then I prayed and prayed and prayed Till I thought I couldn't pray anymore And minute by minute, day by day My God, He gave me hope I know my boy ain't here but he ain't gone In the mornings I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition Go outside, sit by myself but I ain't alone See, I've got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost I hope, I love, I pray, I cry I heal a little more each day inside I won't completely heal till I go home In the mornings I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition Go outside, sit by myself but I ain't alone I've got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost One day I'll wake up and I'll be home With the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost
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