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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gregory Alan Isakov
Gregory Alan Isakov
Lead Vocals
Andrew Berlin
Andrew Berlin
Drums
Ilan Isakov
Ilan Isakov
Wurlitzer Piano
Jeb Bows
Jeb Bows
Violin
John Paul Grigsby
John Paul Grigsby
Upright Bass
Max Barcelow
Max Barcelow
Drums
Philip Parker
Philip Parker
Cello
Rachel Sliker
Rachel Sliker
Viola
Steve Varney
Steve Varney
Banjo
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gregory Alan Isakov
Gregory Alan Isakov
Songwriter
Ilan Isakov
Ilan Isakov
String Arranger
Rachel Sliker
Rachel Sliker
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Berlin
Andrew Berlin
Engineer
Gregory Alan Isakov
Gregory Alan Isakov
Producer
Tucker Martine
Tucker Martine
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, my drunken southern star How you tried to hide in darkness Slipped from orbit, now you're dangerously close, oh-oh, oh Come out, come out from all your hiding out We'll dig in our heels, salute the battlefields Where our broken hearts were born, oh-oh, oh And the storm clouds are thirsty, I can see 'em bursting Watch 'em gathering light And the walls in the bedroom now are pounding out Were we broken open, baby, maybe just a crack? Swore I heard you whisper that you preferred us like that, oh-oh, oh My broken, open child Were we thirsty, thorned with wild eyes? Still, we are slaves to the sirens of the salty sea Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Oh-oh, oh
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