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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wyatt Flores
Vocals
Tyler Woodward
Banjo
Austin Yankunas
Background Vocals
Jaxon Humphrey
Drums
Clement Braden
Keyboards
Kenzie Miracle
Fiddle
AJ Slaughter
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wyatt Flores
Songwriter
Tyler Woodward
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wyatt Flores
Producer
Tyler Woodward
Producer
Austin Yankunas
Producer
Adam Grover
Mastering Engineer
Songteksten
Oh-ooh, oh, oh
Oh-ooh, ooh-ooh
I'm tired of walking holes in my shoes
And acting like I got nothing to lose
With dust in my pockets
I can't even afford a wallet
And to hold this here, a picture of you
Well, I'm a shadow between streetlights
Hiding with lost souls in plain sight
And if I had two dollars to hold
Would it feel like a pot of gold
Or ease my mind just for tonight?
Oh, maybe I'll never leave this place
I'll bum one more cigarette
And think about your grace
Until I find the right words to say
Well, I'll walk in holes another day
Does time really move that fast?
Well, I've watched concrete turn into grass
And I used to bе a dreamer way beforе I lost her
Now I just watch my dreams walk on past
And maybe I'll never leave this place
I'll bum one more cigarette
And think about your grace
Until I find the right words to say
Well, I'll walk in holes another day
Oh-ooh, oh, oh
Oh-ooh, ooh-ooh
And maybe I'll never leave this place
I'll bum one more cigarette
And think about your grace
Until I find the right words to say
Well, I'll walk in holes
Until I find the right words to say
Well, I'll walk in holes another day
Oh-ooh, oh, oh
Oh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Oh-ooh, oh, oh
Oh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Oh-ooh, oh, oh
Oh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Writer(s): Wyatt Flores, Tyler Woodward
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