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Jelly Roll - Church (Official Audio)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Jelly Roll
Jelly Roll
Вокал
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Программирование
David Garcia
David Garcia
Акустическая гитара
Jarrod Brown
Jarrod Brown
Дополнительный вокал
Grady Saxman
Grady Saxman
Барабаны
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Бас-гитара
Nathan Keeterle
Nathan Keeterle
Электрогитара
Ben Caver
Ben Caver
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
David Garcia
David Garcia
Автор песен
Jason Deford
Jason Deford
Автор песен
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Продюсер
David Garcia
David Garcia
Продюсер
Grady Saxman
Grady Saxman
Инженер звукозаписи
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Миксинг-инженер
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Мастеринг-инженер
Aidan Thompson
Aidan Thompson
Инженер звукозаписи

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I'm hungover as hell, I'm going through it too It ain't hard to tell looking at myself in my rearview "I'm sorry, Miss Jackson" playing on the FM Oh, but the only song in my head is "Just As I Am" Yeah, the people passin' by think I'm up to no good That I'm going somewhere where they never would I ain't going where the wild things are, I ain't going to the cigarette store I ain't going to the cold beer bar to check in on the Tennessee score I'm just having me a talk with The Man, sendin' my old soul on a search They might judge me on this two-lane road, but little do they know I'm going to church, I'm going to church I guess there's just some things you just can't outrun There ain't no back pew in this truck, so I'm forced to sit in the front And ain't it funny how He's working in mysterious ways? Hell, I skipped my share of sermons, so He brought one to this Chevrolet I ain't going where the wild things are, I ain't going to the cigarette store I ain't going to the cold beer bar to check in on the Tennessee score I'm just having me a talk with The Man, sendin' my old soul on a search They might judge me on this two-lane road, but little do they know I'm going to church, I'm going to church, mm, yeah Didn't need a revelation out of Romans An altar call to call me home Who woulda thought it'd be a Saturday mornin' When He saved my soul? When He saved my soul I ain't going where the wild things are, I ain't going to the cigarette store I ain't going to the cold beer bar to check in on the Tennessee score I'm just having me a talk with The Man, sendin' my old soul on a search They might judge me on this two-lane road, but little do they know I'm going to church, I'm going to church, mm "But to save the world, to save you To save your soul through Him Christ Jesus Himself is telling you That whoever hears His word And believes in The One who sent Him Will have eternal life and will not be condemned"
Writer(s): Michael Hardy, David Garcia, Jason Deford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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