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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vern Gosdin
Vern Gosdin
Vocals
Bill Hullett
Bill Hullett
Acoustic Guitar
Billy Sanford
Billy Sanford
Electric Guitar
Bob Wray
Bob Wray
Bass Guitar
Jerry Kroon
Jerry Kroon
Drums
Jim Vest
Jim Vest
Steel Guitar
Mike Severs
Mike Severs
Electric Guitar
Ron Oates
Ron Oates
Keyboards
Tim Mensy
Tim Mensy
Acoustic Guitar
Tom Robb
Tom Robb
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vern Gosdin
Vern Gosdin
Songwriter
Max D. Barnes
Max D. Barnes
Songwriter
Ron Oates
Ron Oates
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bob Montgomery
Bob Montgomery
Producer
Clarke Schleicher
Clarke Schleicher
Assistant Engineer
Gene Eichelberger
Gene Eichelberger
Recording Engineer
Pat McMakin
Pat McMakin
Recording Engineer
Shawn McLean
Shawn McLean
Assistant Engineer

Letra

Every night you go to bed crying There's nothing left to do when love is dying So before the whole world knows, how we're hurting Don't you think it's time we pull the curtains? So many times, I talked you out of leaving And so many times you've tried to fight the feeling I guess we've tried and failed once too often Now the suitcase down the hallway does the talking That just about does it, don't it That'll just about kill it, won't it Maybe we should call a truce We could but what's the use That just about does it, don't it It's sad to think that words could come between us And what I said, God knows I didn't mean it It? s time we realize this time it's over It's tearing us apart to stay together And that just about does it, don't it That'll just about kill it, won't it Maybe we should call a truce We could, but what's the use That just about does it, don't it Maybe we should call a truce We could, but what's the use That just about does it, don't it, don't it
Writer(s): Vern Gosdin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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