Podobne Utwory
Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dylan Wright
Vocals
Sons Of Atticus
Performer
Matthew Joyce
Guitar
JB Paterson
Bass
Nick Downing
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Wright
Songwriter
Matthew Joyce
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Georgiadis
Mastering Engineer
Nash Chambers
Mixing Engineer
Tekst Utworu
I take my whiskey on ice, it tends to greet me like a friend
Like the devil in disguise, with me 'til the bitter end
I'm not a man of many words, I got that whiskey in my hand
And I've been led astray before and I've turned into a rambling man
Things are changing so fast this town ain't what it used to be
They don't believe a word I say they're tryna go make a liar out of me
A little dirt on my boots, reminds me where I came from
I was living day to day, tryna keep from doing wrong
Now I don't know where to go, my worries high my spirits low
This kind of feels like rock bottom but I'm bathing in the afterglow
Things are changing so fast this town ain't what it used to be
They don't believe a word I say
They're tryna go make a liar out of me
Things are changing so fast this town ain't what it used to be
They don't believe a word I say they tryna go make a liar out of me
Go make a liar out of me yeah
Make a liar out of me
Writer(s): Dylan Wright, Matthew Joyce
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