Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeks
The Weeks
Performer
Cain Barnes
Cain Barnes
Drums
Cyle Barnes
Cyle Barnes
Lead Vocals
Sam Williams
Sam Williams
Electric Guitar
Damien Bone
Damien Bone
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Lindsay
Charles Lindsay
Songwriter
Cain Barnes
Cain Barnes
Songwriter
Cyle Barnes
Cyle Barnes
Songwriter
Sam Williams
Sam Williams
Songwriter
Damien Bone
Damien Bone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimbo Mathus
Jimbo Mathus
Producer

Lyrics

Well, it gets cold in here
These years they pass with fear
Your daddy don't love you anymore
The fear, it comes and goes
Money goes up their nose
Your momma don't live here anymore
Just dry your cheeks, girl, wipe your eyes
Just close the door, it'll be alright
Your daddy's trippin' with a needle in his arm
Just dry your cheeks, girl, wipe your eyes
Just close the door, it'll be alright
Your daddy's trippin' with a needle in his arm
The belt, it wraps so tight
The pain around your life
Your momma don't live here anymore
The tears, they come at night
You live and learn to fight
Your daddy don't love you anymore
Just dry your cheeks, girl, wipe your eyes
Just close the door, it'll be alright
Your daddy's trippin' with a needle in his arm
Just dry your cheeks, girl, wipe your eyes
Just close the door, it'll be alright
Your daddy's trippin' with a needle in his arm
Your life, it comes with pain
Money goes in their veins
Your momma don't live here anymore
It comes and goes so far
Lookin' into their arms
Your daddy don't love you anymore
Just dry your cheeks, girl, wipe your eyes
Just close the door, it'll be alright
Your daddy's trippin' with a needle in his arm
Just dry your cheeks, girl, wipe your eyes
Just close the door, it'll be alright
Your daddy's trippin' with a needle in his arm
Just dry your cheeks, girl, wipe your eyes
Just close the door, it'll be alright
Your daddy's trippin' with a needle in his arm
Written by: Cain Barnes, Charles Lindsay, Cyle Barnes, Damien Bone, Sam Williams
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