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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Programming
Caleb Owens
Caleb Owens
Acoustic Guitar
Lindsey Smith-Trostle
Lindsey Smith-Trostle
Cello
Zach Casebolt
Zach Casebolt
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Brice
Lee Brice
Composer
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Composer
Caleb Owens
Caleb Owens
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Producer
Jim Jonsin
Jim Jonsin
Mixing Engineer
Leland Elliott
Leland Elliott
Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Robert Marks
Robert Marks
Mixing Engineer

Letra

I'm down on my knees again A call for my repentance The war has taken over me I beg for the forgiveness The bullets ricochet, uh I hear 'em when I sleep now The blood is on my hands Lord From man, woman, and child (A soldier from my country) I'm a soldier from my country (A slave unto my gun) But a slave unto my gun (The screams to echo louder) The screams to echo louder (Kill, kill) God, what have I become? (Whoooa) I pledge my allegiance I left my family, a new born baby To slay the enemy, the struggle for power The lust, the fantasy I trusted America, she took my sanity Winds of change rollin' in Take your love back again I'm your fool, Amen Just a bow for your violin You played me You made me your violin She looks at her reflection Eyes black and blue She told them she would leave him She says she was through He took her from a small town Showed her the big city life He promised her the world Then he made her his wife (He runs around town) But he runs around town (Lies, lies) He's a cheater and a beater (She's sleepin' with the enemy) She's sleepin' with the enemy (No one believes her) But no one believes her (Whoooa) A diamond green, a glass of whiskey The bottle of pain pills open and empty She left a letter "to hell I send thee" He brought home flowers, ashamed and guilty Too late Winds of change rollin' in Take your love back again I'm your fool, Amen Just a bow for your violin You played me You made me your violin Uh, you was like a rag I've been washed up and dragged through the mud like a leaf All my beefs and my loves Take it up, take it down Took a left, took a right It's the one to be found To explain to me why Why it was me that was brought to the edge of the cliff 'Cause see this is not fair but why should you care? The choices I've made And mama, I swear that all can not be the fault of just me I've tried to maintain my wants and my needs To work and not see the changes I've strived for A better life for my family I would die for Take away everything from me And ask why more? Tell me to make a decision in front of five doors There's a prayer I'm saying 'Why lord?' Send me to a war without a sword I'll fight and fight more I'll travel along road 'Cause I'm just a violin My life is another cord 'Cause I'm just a violin My life is another cord You made me your violin You played me violin You made me your violin
Writer(s): Lee Brice Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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