Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Kristina Murray
Kristina Murray
Chant
Misa Arriaga
Misa Arriaga
Chœurs
Ryan A. Keith
Ryan A. Keith
Claviers
Jonathan Beam
Jonathan Beam
Basse
Logan Ledger
Logan Ledger
Guitare acoustique
Eddie Dunlap
Eddie Dunlap
Pedal steel guitar
James Paul Mitchell
James Paul Mitchell
Pedal steel guitar
Ethan Ballinger
Ethan Ballinger
Guitare baryton
Dominic Billet
Dominic Billet
Batterie
John Mailander
John Mailander
Violon
Ilya Portnov
Ilya Portnov
Harmonica
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kristina Murray
Kristina Murray
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Raelynn Janicke
Raelynn Janicke
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Rachael Moore
Rachael Moore
Ingénierie de prise de son
Misa Arriaga
Misa Arriaga
Production
Colin Lott
Colin Lott
Assistance d’ingénierie
Ryan A. Keith
Ryan A. Keith
Assistance d’ingénierie

Paroles

I can promise you I won’t ever stop drinking
Aint ever gonna be some holy roller
But for the millionth time I thought about quittin today
And Lord I ain’t talkin bout gettin sober
Time after time after time, and again and again
I been left out, left behind and misunderstood
And I get so tired of watching ‘em livin my dreams
I got to get to gettin’ while the gettin’s good
So I ain’t got a choice
But to sit around in a honky tonk
Listenin to that old jukebox play
Them sad old lonesome country songs
Rockin’ a bar stool, tryin’ not to cry
Just watching the world pass me by
Some folks know how to make the needle jump
And some they got the licks to make ‘em cream
Me, I’m just hanging out in the shadows
I’m even having ECs in my dreams
Must be so easy when you’re easy on the eyes
And daddy’s bankroll to make the rules
Put on a Stetson and pretend like the game ain’t stacked
And at the end of it say “shes just a bitter, jaded, helpless fool”
And I ain’t got a choice
But to sit around in this honky tonk
Listenin to that old jukebox play
Them just found out he’s cheatin songs
Rockin’ a bar stool, don’t ever let em see you cry
Just watching the world, just watching the world pass me by
Ain’t nobody talking about the big score
But every morning I’m a little more decomposed
And I heard it’s always hot down in Panama City
Hell I better get my ass to the coast
And I ain’t got a choice
But to sit around in a honky tonk
Listenin to that old country band play
Them tear-in-my-beer drinking songs
Rockin’ a bar stool, tryin not to cry
Just watching the world—I’m watching my life—
Just watching the world pass me by
Written by: Kristina Murray
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