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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Cooley
Mike Cooley
Lead Vocals
Patterson Hood
Patterson Hood
Lead Vocals
Jason Isbell
Jason Isbell
Guitar
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Percussion
Brian Allen
Brian Allen
Bass
Chad Gamble
Chad Gamble
Drums
Derry DeBorja
Derry DeBorja
Keyboards
Amanda Shires
Amanda Shires
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Isbell
Jason Isbell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Producer
Mark Petaccia
Mark Petaccia
Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Let the night air cool you off Tilt your head back and try to cough Don't say nothing 'bout the things you never saw Let the night air cool you off I ain't living like I should A little rest might do me good Got to sinking in the place where I once stood Now I ain't living like I should Can you hear that singing? Sounds like gold Maybe I can only hear it in my head Fifteen years ago we owned that road Now it's rolling over us instead Richard Manuel is dead And God forbid you call their bluff Like the nightmares ain't enough Remember when we used to think that we wеre tough? Now, God forbid you call their bluff First they makе you out to be The only pirate on the sea They say, they know man that has been proud of me "Is that the man I wanna be?" And can you hear that singing? Sounds like gold Maybe I could make it bigger overseas Fifteen years ago we owned this road Now it only gives us somewhere else to leave Something else you can't believe Can you hear that singing? Sounds like gold Maybe I can hear poor Richard from the grave Singin' where to reap and when to sow When you've found another home you have to leave Something else you can't believe Something else you can't believe Thank you
Writer(s): Jason Isbell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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