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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Craig Morgan
Craig Morgan
Вокал
Lonnie Wilson
Lonnie Wilson
Барабаны
Mike Rogers
Mike Rogers
Бэк-вокал
Jimmy Carter
Jimmy Carter
Бас-гитара
Sonya Isaacs
Sonya Isaacs
Бэк-вокал
Pat Mcgrath
Pat Mcgrath
Акустическая гитара
Troy Lancaster
Troy Lancaster
Электрогитара
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Клавишные инструменты
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Стил-гитара
Larry Franklin
Larry Franklin
Фидель
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Craig Morgan
Craig Morgan
Продюсер
Jonathon Russell
Jonathon Russell
Инженер звукозаписи
Julian King
Julian King
Инженер звукозаписи

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Lights are shining bright It's always downtown on the road I have friends that come from outta town Asking me to go They say, "There's so much going on Why don't you come along and show us around?" I tell them Karen's not feeling well So I probably shouldn't go out Besides I've gotta fix a list of things I need to do around the house Then I hang up the phone Turn the radio back on, and sit back down I know my boy ain't here but he ain't gone In the mornings I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition Go outside, sit by myself but I ain't alone I've got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost I've been beat up I been pushed and shoved But never ever really knocked down Between mom and dad, Uncle Sam and friends I somehow always pulled out But the pain of this was more Than I'd ever felt before, yeah I was broke I cried and cried and cried Until I passed out on the floor Then I prayed and prayed and prayed Till I thought I couldn't pray anymore And minute by minute, day by day My God, He gave me hope I know my boy ain't here but he ain't gone In the mornings I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition Go outside, sit by myself but I ain't alone See, I've got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost I hope, I love, I pray, I cry I heal a little more each day inside I won't completely heal till I go home In the mornings I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition Go outside, sit by myself but I ain't alone I've got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost One day I'll wake up and I'll be home With the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost
Writer(s): Craig Morgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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