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Maren Morris
Maren Morris
Ведущий вокал
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Акустическая гитара
Jason Isbell
Jason Isbell
Электрогитара
Tim Hanseroth
Tim Hanseroth
Бэк-вокал
Amanda Shires
Amanda Shires
Бэк-вокал
Brandi Carlile
Brandi Carlile
Бэк-вокал
Phil Hanseroth
Phil Hanseroth
Бас
Peter Levin
Peter Levin
Клавишные инструменты
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Программирование
Chris Powell
Chris Powell
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Laura Veltz
Laura Veltz
Автор песен
Luke Dick
Luke Dick
Автор песен
Maren Morris
Maren Morris
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Продюсер
Daniel Bacigalupi
Daniel Bacigalupi
Ассистент мастеринг-инженера
Colin Lott
Colin Lott
Ассистент инженера
Gena Johnson
Gena Johnson
Ассистент инженера
Toby Hulbert
Toby Hulbert
Ассистент инженера
Brandon Bell
Brandon Bell
Инженер звукозаписи
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Мастеринг-инженер
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Миксинг-инженер

Слова

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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