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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brad Cook
Brad Cook
Bass
Katie Crutchfield
Katie Crutchfield
Vocals
MJ Lenderman
MJ Lenderman
Electric Guitar
Phil Cook
Phil Cook
Organ
Spencer Tweedy
Spencer Tweedy
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Katie Crutchfield
Katie Crutchfield
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad Cook
Brad Cook
Producer
Gerardo "Jerry" Ordóñez
Gerardo "Jerry" Ordóñez
Recording Engineer
Emily Lazar
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer
Natalia Chernitsky
Natalia Chernitsky
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

What do you say You sleep all day We drive out to the only lake in Kansas Turkey wheat My heart sinks in the orange & pink And I call you by your last name I'll kiss you like a fever dream companion Ancient history We burned that story like the Bama heat And in the drunkenness of free reign I'm an outlaw in the court of strong opinions You'll kill me But my failure's legendary babe I get caught up in my thoughts For lack of a better cause My life's been mapped out to a T But I'm always a little lost You swerve to hit a dead deer A girl like that would bore you to tears baby It's cosmic A caustic buck knife slicing you But I'll sit down at your table I'll stand arm in arm with anyone who's able To let me Be the object of their misery And I'll whistle like a songbird And you'll parse my devotional words so carefully My blood loss Was such a weak performance after all If I cannot tell a lie Then we might be here all night My heart's been strung up like a flag Passively idolize Shirk every rule of thumb I got more where that came from My expectations are a cinder block I tote around like a hollow gun What do you say You sleep all day Drive out to Lone Star Lake What do you say You sleep all day Drive out to Lone Star Lake Drive out to Lone Star Lake We can drive out to Lone Star Lake
Writer(s): Katie Crutchfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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