Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Alecia Nugent
Вокал
Carl Jackson
Бэк-вокал
Andy Falco
Акустическая гитара
Tony Creasman
Барабаны
Kevin Grantt
Контрабас
Adam Steffey
Мандолина
Rob Ickes
Добро
Jim VanCleve
Фидель
Steve Sutton
Банджо
Rebecca Lynn Howard
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Carl Jackson
Композитор
Larry Alderman
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Carl Jackson
Продюсер
Luke Wooten
Миксинг-инженер
Ryan James
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
John Caldwell
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Bart Busch
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Donna Winklmann
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Слова
I heard his time was short so I went to see my old friend
When I walked through the door
He said, sure good to see you again
Sit down here by me, the Doc says, my future ain't bright
But even if I don't beat it, there's a part of my past that won't die
He points to a picture and smiles from his easy chair
As he relives the moment, says, girl, that was heaven right there
You can see his heart's broken as a lonesome tear drop to the floor
And along with the silence that filled, came a knock at the door
A bouquet wrapped up in ribbons and bows
Too little, too late, I suppose
But he clings to the last ray of hope
And a dozen white roses
They were meant for each other, that was clear right from the start
What a shame too much pride and a jealous heart kept them apart
No card and some flowers it's quite enough to make amends
For fifty years living a life of what should have been
A bouquet wrapped up in ribbons and bows
Too little, too late, I suppose
But he clings to the last ray of hope
And a dozen white roses
A bouquet wrapped up in ribbons and bows
Too little, too late, I suppose
But he clings to the last ray of hope
And a dozen white roses
Writer(s): Larry Alderman, Carl Jackson
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