Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Alecia Nugent
Vocais
Carl Jackson
Vocal de apoio
Andy Falco
Violão
Tony Creasman
Bateria
Kevin Grantt
Baixo vertical
Adam Steffey
Bandolim
Rob Ickes
Dobro
Jim VanCleve
Fiddle
Steve Sutton
Banjo
Rebecca Lynn Howard
Vocal de apoio
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Carl Jackson
Composição
Larry Alderman
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Carl Jackson
Produção
Luke Wooten
Engenharia (mixagem)
Ryan James
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
John Caldwell
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Bart Busch
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Donna Winklmann
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Letra
I heard his time was short so I went to see my old friend
When I walked through the door
He said, sure good to see you again
Sit down here by me, the Doc says, my future ain't bright
But even if I don't beat it, there's a part of my past that won't die
He points to a picture and smiles from his easy chair
As he relives the moment, says, girl, that was heaven right there
You can see his heart's broken as a lonesome tear drop to the floor
And along with the silence that filled, came a knock at the door
A bouquet wrapped up in ribbons and bows
Too little, too late, I suppose
But he clings to the last ray of hope
And a dozen white roses
They were meant for each other, that was clear right from the start
What a shame too much pride and a jealous heart kept them apart
No card and some flowers it's quite enough to make amends
For fifty years living a life of what should have been
A bouquet wrapped up in ribbons and bows
Too little, too late, I suppose
But he clings to the last ray of hope
And a dozen white roses
A bouquet wrapped up in ribbons and bows
Too little, too late, I suppose
But he clings to the last ray of hope
And a dozen white roses
Written by: Carl Jackson, Larry Alderman

