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Sunday Every Saturday Night
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Aaron Lewis
Aaron Lewis
Вокал
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Бэк-вокал
Kevin "Swine" Grantt
Kevin "Swine" Grantt
Бас
Bobby Terry
Bobby Terry
Акустическая гитара
Pat Buchanan
Pat Buchanan
Электрогитара
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Электрогитара
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Стил-гитара
Ben Kitterman
Ben Kitterman
Добро
Mickey Raphael
Mickey Raphael
Губная гармошка
Jim "Moose" Brown
Jim "Moose" Brown
Орган
Wyatt Beard
Wyatt Beard
Бэк-вокал
Tony Creasman
Tony Creasman
Барабаны
Tyminski
Tyminski
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Aaron Lewis
Aaron Lewis
Автор песен
Ira Dean
Ira Dean
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Buddy Cannon
Buddy Cannon
Продюсер
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Инженер звукозаписи
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Мастеринг-инженер
Seth Morton
Seth Morton
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I've seen drunk girls singin' karaoke I've seen old timers bring their beer And we all seem to have our sad stories to tell That's how we all ended up here Washin' away all our problems Gettin' baptised in those neon lights And the drunker I get, the more things I forget And I just ain't got that kind of time So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey Because it fills up the cracks in my soul And it helps me forget all the damage I've done And all the time I've spent down in this hole And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright." So I take one more shot of redemption, Lord It's like Sunday every Saturday night Now the gospel comes out of that jukebox And an angel just walked through the door And she pulled up a chair right beside me She said, "You think misery's got room for one more?" So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey Because it fills up the cracks in my soul And it helps me forget all the damage I've done And all the time I've spent down in this hole And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus Sayin' "Son, it'll all be alright." So I take one more shot of redemption, Lord It's like Sunday every Saturday night Now the bar stools are lined up like church pews And the preacher just yelled out "Last call!" And confession is held belly-up to the bar Hell even the best angels fall So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey Because it fills up the cracks in my soul And it helps me forget all the damage I've done And all the time I've spent down in this hole And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus Saying "Son, it'll all be alright." So I take one more shot of redemption, Lord It's like Sunday every Saturday night It's like Sunday every Saturday night
Writer(s): Aaron Lewis, Ira L Dean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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