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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Dead South
The Dead South
Performer
Nathaniel Hilts
Nathaniel Hilts
Vocals
Scott Pringle
Scott Pringle
Mandolin
Daniel Kenyon
Daniel Kenyon
Cello
Colton Crawford
Colton Crawford
Banjo
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathaniel Hilts
Nathaniel Hilts
Songwriter
Scott Pringle
Scott Pringle
Songwriter
Daniel Kenyon
Daniel Kenyon
Songwriter
Colton Crawford
Colton Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Dead South
The Dead South
Producer
Jimmy Nutt
Jimmy Nutt
Producer

Lyrics

We did the grind for many years Too many some might say It's easy to get lost with the taste of money on the brain We did it so good, so good so fast We forget some years ago We were toddlers in the grass Life ain't easy being on the road It's grab and go food and drinks That ain't good for the soul Well it's long nights and coffee cups Restless sleep for weeks And trying not to mess up Well we played our hand But we killed our fellow man We traded his mind for a wondrous time Oh well, what does it mean when you Let a brother down Can this be fixed somehow? Well the tires flat, the engine leaks Suspensions busted and the belt is weak We always seem to make it home But each time we leave again You can see the sadness in the man How did we miss this for so long Life ain't easy being on the road It's a van full of filthy trash And a bag of stinky clothes Long drives and cigarettes Sweaty suits for weeks And trying to play our best Well we played our hand But we killed our fellow man We traded his mind for a wondrous time Oh well, what does it mean when you Let a brother down Can this be fixed somehow? If you just needed Someone to call you friend I should have seen it right from the start If you just needed Someone to call you friend I should have seen it right from the start
Writer(s): Daniel J Kenyon, Colton Craig Crawford, Nathaniel William Hilts, Scott Matthew Pringle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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