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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sarah Buxton
Sarah Buxton
Performer
Dann Huff and Craig Wiseman
Dann Huff and Craig Wiseman
Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Drums
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Steel Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Guitar
Tony Harrell
Tony Harrell
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sarah Buxton
Sarah Buxton
Songwriter
Greg Barnhill
Greg Barnhill
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff and Craig Wiseman
Dann Huff and Craig Wiseman
Producer
Christopher Rowe
Christopher Rowe
Editing Engineer
Jeff Balding
Jeff Balding
Engineer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Mark Hagen
Mark Hagen
Overdub Engineer
Mills Logan
Mills Logan
Engineer

Lyrics

Stayed out about two hours too late, An' now it's hard gettin' out of this bed. Man, my boyfriend was a pain in the butt last night, Now he's an ache in my head. Stubbed my toe on the dresser an' I guess, It's too late to shower an' do my hair. Yeah, throw a bun cap on; Hell, half the day is gone. And nothin' else could go wrong, whoa, oh. Fifity bucks is all I got: When times are tough, it's time to shop, An' my credit card'll buy a lot, whoa, oh. What's another bill to pay? It's that kind of day. Hey, hey, hey, yeah. Got twenty-six messages on my voicemail, An' I've only called my best friend back. An' I told her: \"When it comes to my life these days, \"I'm somewhere between a cry an' a laugh.\" She said my Mom just called her, An' said I look like I've gained five pounds. Ho, oh, slip into my fat jeans. Overdose on mint ice-cream. Treat the day just like a dream, whoa, oh. Hope I see someone I know, An' I'll smile an' put on a show, Say I got somewhere to go, whoa, oh. Everyone's got something to say: It's that kind of day. Hey, hey, hey, yeah. Hey, hey, hey, whoo. :. Instrumental break .: Standin' still on the interstate, An' I swear some old lady, Just flipped me the bird. Did she just flip me the bird? Ha ha, it's gotta go up from here. Today is gonna disappear, An' nothin's gonna interfere, whoa, oh. Gonna buy myself some flowers, An' then spend a couple a-hours, Talkin' to my Higher Power, whoa, oh. Ask Him why life's this way. (Ask Him why.) Yeah, I'm gonna ask Him why my life's this way, (Why's my life this way?) There's just no tellin' what He's gonna say. Oh, it's just that kind of day. Hey, hey, hey, yeah. Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah-a. Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah-a. Yah, oh yeah, yey.
Writer(s): Jeremy Stover, Sarah Buxton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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