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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mitchell Tenpenny
Mitchell Tenpenny
Vocals
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Background Vocals
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Alex Wright
Alex Wright
Piano
Nir Z
Nir Z
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mitchell Tenpenny
Mitchell Tenpenny
Songwriter
Andrew Albert
Andrew Albert
Songwriter
Thomas Archer
Thomas Archer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mitchell Tenpenny
Mitchell Tenpenny
Producer
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Producer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Recording Engineer
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Assistant Engineer
Jake Moss
Jake Moss
Editing Engineer
Jeff Braun
Jeff Braun
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Letra

I saw God today on the radio But I ain't seen him 'round here in a while Between the internet and the TV glow Sure feels like the blind leading the blind I gotta see it for myself and not go and read it 'Cause I only got room for one man's preaching I can't bite my tongue no more I can't sit back and watch it happen Let the devil win the war We've been down this road before I thought we passed it But we've turned back and now the streets Are lined with picket signs, picking sides Mama's crying, their babies dying More soldiers going over than coming back Times like these we need someone to lead us Dear Jesus Sticks and stones can break your bones But sometimes words can hurt the most of all But if we set aside our selfish pride Forgive the wrong, and make it right Who knows, all I know is I can't bite my tongue no more I can't sit back and watch it happen Let the devil win the war We've been down this road before I thought we passed it But we've turned back and now the streets Are lined with picket signs, picking sides Mama's crying, their babies dying More soldiers going over than coming back Times like these we need someone to lead us Dear Jesus I gotta see it for myself, not go and read it 'Cause I only got room for one man's preaching I can't bite my tongue no more I can't sit back and watch it happen Let the devil win the war We've been down this road before I thought we passed it But we've turned back and now the streets Are lined with picket signs, picking sides Mama's crying, their babies dying More soldiers going over than coming back Times like these we need someone to lead us Someone to help us heal the hate between us Dear Jesus Dear Jesus
Writer(s): Mitchell Tenpenny, Thomas Archer, Andy Albert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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