Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vincent Neil Emerson
Vincent Neil Emerson
Acoustic Guitar
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Piano
Jamie Douglass
Jamie Douglass
Drums
Jon Graboff
Jon Graboff
Pedal Steel Guitar
Ted Russell Kamp
Ted Russell Kamp
Bass
John Schreffler Jr.
John Schreffler Jr.
Electric Guitar
John Frederick Schreffler
John Frederick Schreffler
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vincent Neil Emerson
Vincent Neil Emerson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Producer
David Spreng
David Spreng
Recording Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Write me a letter, baby, send it by the mail I'm in the care of the Fort Worth jail I was out movin' on a blood moon night 12 just hit me with them flashin' lights Come on, babe Hang your head down low Well, I'm on my way to heaven Just please let me go Late in the evenin' when that train rolls by Right out the window, I can hear it cry Engineer highballin' all through the night Ol' Texas Eagle on that Mopac line Come on, babe Hang your head down low Well, I'm on my way to heaven Just please let me go I hear the sirens howlin' in my mind And I see it every time I close my eyes My heart is beatin' like a timpani drum I'm thinkin' to myself, "Lord, what have I done?" Come on, babe Hang your head down low Well, I'm on my way to heaven Just please let me go Tell my mama that I ain't comin' home Get that public defendant on the telephone Take out the money from that old shoebox You'll find the key behind the cuckoo clock Come on, babe Hang your head down low Well, I'm on my way to heaven Judge, please let me go Go on, boy
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