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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jacob Bryant
Jacob Bryant
Lead Vocals
Jesse Triplett
Jesse Triplett
Electric Guitar
Randy Barber
Randy Barber
Performer
Jaeffrey Catton
Jaeffrey Catton
Performer
Eric Lee Beddingfield
Eric Lee Beddingfield
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Lee Beddingfield
Eric Lee Beddingfield
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaeffrey Catton
Jaeffrey Catton
Producer

Lyrics

I did a one night stand in Phoenix, at a run down dirty bar And as I stumble off the stage an old man grabbed my guitar He said son I'm glad I caught your show, I really dig your sound But you may never get your chance if you don't slow down I said I'm hopped up on the cocaine Shootin' whiskey, feeling no pain Need a handful of pills just to get back down Half a bottle of George Dickel And a fully loaded pistol Scares off all the demons Every time they come around I've lost track of all the women Can't get back what I've been spending That's just the cost of living More than one year at a time Well he was standing in the shadows, he fired up a cigarette It was like I've always known him even though we've never met There was something so familiar, that old six string in his hand But then his words cut through the smoke, he said I understand I said I'm hopped up on the cocaine Shootin' whiskey, feeling no pain Need a handful of pills just to get back down Half a bottle of George Dickel And a fully loaded pistol Scares off all the demons Every time they come around I've lost track of all the women Can't get back what I've been spending That's just the cost of living More than one year at a time Well I got an ice cold inner feeling When I recognized that man He said Hoss Lord this outlaw bid Can sure get out of hand When you're hopped up on the cocaine Shootin' whiskey, feeling no pain Need a handful of pills just to get back down Half a bottle of George Dickel And a fully loaded pistol Scares off all the demons Every time they come around I've lost track of all the women Can't get back what I've been spending That's just the cost of living More than one year at a time More than one year at a time
Writer(s): Randy Lynn Barber, Eric Lee Beddingfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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