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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maren Morris
Maren Morris
Lead Vocals
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Acoustic Guitar
Jason Isbell
Jason Isbell
Electric Guitar
Tim Hanseroth
Tim Hanseroth
Background Vocals
Amanda Shires
Amanda Shires
Background Vocals
Brandi Carlile
Brandi Carlile
Background Vocals
Phil Hanseroth
Phil Hanseroth
Bass
Peter Levin
Peter Levin
Keyboards
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Programming
Chris Powell
Chris Powell
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Laura Veltz
Laura Veltz
Songwriter
Luke Dick
Luke Dick
Songwriter
Maren Morris
Maren Morris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Producer
Daniel Bacigalupi
Daniel Bacigalupi
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Colin Lott
Colin Lott
Assistant Engineer
Gena Johnson
Gena Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Toby Hulbert
Toby Hulbert
Assistant Engineer
Brandon Bell
Brandon Bell
Recording Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer

Letra

Weight of the world on these small shoulders Beyond my years is where I like to stand My crazy chapter was already over Before it began I listen to vinyl for the scratches I find myself in other people's shoes I fix my mama's problems like a habit And Daddy's too Oh to be a wild child for a day All the promises I've ever kept I'd line 'em up to break Oh to be a dancer on the edge I'd rip the filter from my mouth And all my cigarettes But I know I won't I guess I was born an old soul Old soul, ooh I'll be the first to toast and throw confetti And break the champagne bottle with a sword And when the party's over, I'll be ready To sweep the floor I don't fall in love every other minute I don't mind it taking its sweet time I just know I'll know it when I see a Soul like mine Oh to be a wild child for a day All the promises I've ever kept I'd line 'em up to break Oh to be a dancer on the edge I'd rip the filter from my mouth And all my cigarettes But I know I won't I guess I was born an old soul Old soul, ooh Old soul It's fine to dream But I don't need Oh to be a wild child for a day The promises I've ever kept I'd line 'em up to break Oh to be a dancer on the edge I'd rip the filter from my mouth And all my cigarettes But I know I won't But thank God I was born an old soul Old soul Old soul Old soul, ooh Hey, old soul Old soul Hey Hey, hey, yeah Ah, old soul, old soul, hey Mmm Ooh Hey
Writer(s): Laura Veltz, Luke Dick, Maren Morris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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