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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Dead South
The Dead South
Performer
Nathaniel Hilts
Nathaniel Hilts
Acoustic Guitar
Daniel Kenyon
Daniel Kenyon
Cello
Colton Crawford
Colton Crawford
Banjo
Scott Pringle
Scott Pringle
Mandolin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathaniel Hilts
Nathaniel Hilts
Songwriter
Daniel Kenyon
Daniel Kenyon
Songwriter
Colton Crawford
Colton Crawford
Songwriter
Scott Pringle
Scott Pringle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Dead South
The Dead South
Producer
Jimmy Nutt
Jimmy Nutt
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Sitting right, I can see them pretty lights Shining down below What kind of town are you? Could I ride on through while I hide out from the cold? Slurred thoughtful words and a gross right turn I think I found a place to go A melancholy night with a pretty delight I think I'll hide here while it snows On the road, staggering these streets at night In a place I hardly know I'm drunk again, making one-night friends I think it's time for me to go The morning came, the sun forgot my name That pounding head was a shame That pretty delight, I looked at it in spite And I rode on again Each time I go my clothes don't fit no more But I can still hear that music right These hands keep playing but the heart keeps a-breaking Night after night On the road staggering these streets at night In a place I hardly know I'm drunk again making one-night friends I think it's time for me to go I'm drunk again making one-night friends I think it's time for me to go I think it's time for me to go I think it's time for me to – go home
Writer(s): Colton Crawford, Daniel Kenyon, Nathaniel Hilts, Scott Pringle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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