Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Gillian Welch
Gillian Welch
Vocais
David Rawlings
David Rawlings
Violão acústico
Sam Bacco
Sam Bacco
Percussão
Charlie Chadwick
Charlie Chadwick
Contrabaixo
Matt Combs
Matt Combs
Instrumento de corda
Mike Rojas
Mike Rojas
Piano
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Glenn Ray Mcguirt
Glenn Ray Mcguirt
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Dan Auerbach
Dan Auerbach
Produção
David Ferguson
David Ferguson
Produção
Tyler Zwiep
Tyler Zwiep
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
M. Allen Parker
M. Allen Parker
Engenharia (gravação)
Shawn Gough
Shawn Gough
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Alex Skelton
Alex Skelton
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Caleb Vanbuskirk
Caleb Vanbuskirk
Engenharia
Jonny Ulman
Jonny Ulman
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
James McKinley
James McKinley
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Engenharia
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Engenharia
Ryan Smith
Ryan Smith
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

[Verse 1]
I saw roses choking in the grass
Flicking pain in a broken window pane
The mail box barely standing by the driveway
And I can almost dream the name
[Verse 2]
The swing set and forgotten toys
Where little girls and boys played happy games
Everything I ever cared about is gone now
But the memories still remain
[Verse 3]
And the old man from the house across the street
Asked, "How's it going?"
And I said, "Fine"
The expression on his face would make you think
He could almost read my mind
And that Johnson boy from down the road
Was asking if the kids could come and play
Lord, I wish I could have told him yes
But I just said, "I guess, Son, not today"
[Verse 4]
Just came home to count the memories
I've been counting in my mind
Just came home to count the memories
Of a better day in time
[Verse 5]
And all the birds that sang such pretty songs
Aren't singing like they did when we were here
'Cause there's no happiness in news that gives somebody
That isn't close enough to care
[Verse 6]
So I picked a ragged daisy from this hole in the corner of the yard
He love me, he loves me not
No, I don't have to wonder anymore
[Verse 7]
Just came home to count the memories
I've been counting in my mind
Just came home to count the memories
Of a better day in time
Just came home to count the memories
Guess it's time to say goodbye
Written by: Glenn Ray
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