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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Avett Brothers
The Avett Brothers
Performer
Dana Nielsen
Dana Nielsen
Programming
Bob Crawford
Bob Crawford
Bass
Joe Kwon
Joe Kwon
Cello
Mike Marsh
Mike Marsh
Drums
Seth Avett
Seth Avett
Vocals
Jason Lader
Jason Lader
Synthesizer
Kristin Wilkinson
Kristin Wilkinson
Viola
Scott Avett
Scott Avett
Vocals
Tania Elizabeth
Tania Elizabeth
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Seth Avett
Timothy Seth Avett
Composer
Scott Avett
Scott Avett
Composer
Robert William Crawford Jr.
Robert William Crawford Jr.
Composer
Jason Lader
Jason Lader
Arranger
Kristin Wilkinson
Kristin Wilkinson
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer
Dana Nielsen
Dana Nielsen
Recording Engineer
Sean R. Badum
Sean R. Badum
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Assistant Recording Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm a-high steppin', high bettin' Love givin', I'm a-love gettin' I'm a stranger, I love stretchin' out my wheels Overnightin' on the desert strip Makin' time and losin' grip Drivin' circles in the canyons of my mind I'm an outsider lookin' in I got a perfect square for a circle of friends It's the four of us against the rest of you But really I am all alone I'd sell 'em out to save my own I told them that, but they don't buy the truth I'm a-high steppin', high bettin' Love givin', I'm a-love gettin' I'm a stranger, I love stretchin' out my wheels Overnightin' on the desert strip Makin' time and losin' grip Drivin' circles in the canyons of my mind Well, it's warfare out there, folks You're either working for success Or to be rich, or God help us, famous Or you're working against the clock just to stay afloat Gotcha nose all scraped up from the grindstone You're digging for diamonds and only finding rhinestones Meanwhile, it's August and the tax man has never heard of summer vacation You're either working on yourself or you're lookin' after babies Takin' care of your old man or your old lady And the direct line to the hospital just says, "Leave a message" See, you can only live one day at a time Only drive one hot rod at a time Only can say one word at a time, and only think one thought at a time And every soul is alone when the day becomes night And there in the dark if you can try to see the light In the most pitch black shape of the loneliest shadow Well, then, you ought to sleep well 'cause there's hope for sure Well, I don't know about all that being true, but I do know this The best beggars are choosers The best winners are losers The best lovers ain't never been loved And first place ain't easy The hardest part is believing The very last word is love I'm a-high steppin', high bettin' Love givin', I'm a-love gettin' I'm a stranger, I love stretchin' out my wheels Overnightin' on the desert strip Makin' time and losin' grip Drivin' circles in the canyons of my mind
Writer(s): Scott Yancey Avett, Timothy Seth Avett, Robert William Crawford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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