Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Evans
Bob Evans
Vocals
Brad Jones
Brad Jones
Acoustic Guitar
Will Kimbrough
Will Kimbrough
Electric Guitar
Ken Coomer
Ken Coomer
Drums
Chris Carmichael
Chris Carmichael
Flute
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Mitchell
Kevin Mitchell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad Jones
Brad Jones
Producer
Jim DeMain
Jim DeMain
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Got my lucky number from a million to one
Now I watch my belly grow, turning red in the sun
Thunderbolts and lightening getting hard to ignore
I’m turning in to stone
I need to find something more
Brother, O brother, no more can I pretend
How can we be family til we start being friends?
I’ve been running and searching, now I’m calling your name
Cos how can I sleep knowing I’m part of the shame?
Sitting in my play pen building castles in the sand
Dieing isn’t hard when someone’s holding your hand
Brother, O brother, no more can I pretend
How can we be family til we start being friends?
I’ve been running and searching, now I’m calling your name
Cos how can I sleep knowing I’m part of the shame?
Thunderbolts and lightening getting hard to ignore
Searching for our souls in the fog of war
Feel a little guilty?
Throw another bone
Surrounded by my own
I’ve never felt so alone
Brother, O brother, no more can I pretend
How can we be family til we start being friends?
I’ve been running and searching, now I’m calling your name
Cos how can I sleep knowing I’m part of the shame?
Written by: Kevin Mitchell
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