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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sturgill Simpson
Sturgill Simpson
Guitar
Chuck Bartels
Chuck Bartels
Bass
Bobby Emmett
Bobby Emmett
Keyboards
Miles Miller
Miles Miller
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sturgill Simpson
Sturgill Simpson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sturgill Simpson
Sturgill Simpson
Producer
Paul "Paco" Cossette
Paul "Paco" Cossette
Mixing Engineer
Chuck Bartels
Chuck Bartels
Co-Producer
Bobby Emmett
Bobby Emmett
Co-Producer
John Hill
John Hill
Co-Producer
Sean Sullivan
Sean Sullivan
Recording Engineer
Daniel Bacigalupi
Daniel Bacigalupi
Mastering Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Miles Miller
Miles Miller
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Here's to us one more toast and then we'll pay the bill Deep inside both of us can feel the autumn chill Birds of passage, you and me We fly instinctively When the summer's over and the dark clouds hide the sun Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done In our lives we have walked some strange and lonely treks Slightly worn but dignified and not too old for sex We're still striving for the sky No taste for humble pie Thanks for all your generous love and thanks for all the fun Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done It's so strange when you're down and lying on the floor How you rise, shake your head, get up and ask for more Clear-headed and open-eyed With nothing left untried Standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run There's no hurry any more when all is said and done Standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run There's no hurry any more when all is said and done
Writer(s): John Sturgill Simpson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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