Video musicale

In primo piano

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gary Allan
Gary Allan
Vocals
Larry Babb
Larry Babb
Drums
Brian Arsenault
Brian Arsenault
Bass Guitar
John Lancaster
John Lancaster
Hammond Organ
Brian Warner
Brian Warner
Slide Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Levi Dennis
Levi Dennis
Viola
Jaime Hanna
Jaime Hanna
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jim Beavers
Jim Beavers
Composer
Matt Rogers
Matt Rogers
Composer
Lindsay Rimes
Lindsay Rimes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gary Allan
Gary Allan
Producer
Greg Droman
Greg Droman
Mixing Engineer

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Some people need a drink just to get through the day Some people need to pray Some work, some run, some run away To get away from the pain But me, I need to climb inside a song When life goes wrong That's why I sing about what I can't talk about Sometimes a melody's the only thing that knows what I'm feelin' When I'm feelin' like I wanna shake my fist at the ceilin', yeah I tell my story with the wood and wire from my guitar The ones that got away, the broken dreams, the battle scars What I hold in, the music let's out That's why I sing about what I can't talk about So, close your eyes tonight and put your headphones on And listen to my song I'm gonna heal ya, tell ya that you're not alone You know you're not alone Somebody somewhere out there's been there too Just like you That's why I sing about what I can't talk about Sometimes a melody's the only thing that knows what I'm feelin' When I'm feelin' like I wanna shake my fist at the ceilin', yeah I tell my story with the wood and wire from my guitar The ones that got away, the broken dreams, the battle scars What I hold in, the music let's out That's why I sing about what I can't talk about Let the kick drum be your heartbeat Let the guitar be your heart strings, yeah That's why I sing about what I can't talk about Sometimes a melody's the only thing that knows what I'm feelin' When I'm feelin' like I wanna shake my fist at the ceilin', yeah I tell my story with the wood and wire from my guitar The ones that got away, the broken dreams, the battle scars What I hold in, the music let's out That's why I sing about what I can't talk about What I can't talk about What I can't talk about What I can't talk about What I can't talk about Let the kick drum be your heartbeat Let the guitar be your heart strings
Writer(s): Jim Beavers, Matt Rogers, Lindsay Jack Rimes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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