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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rodney Crowell
Rodney Crowell
Vocals
Rosanne Cash
Rosanne Cash
Vocals
John Paul White
John Paul White
Vocals
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jim Oblon
Jim Oblon
Gut String Guitar
Jordan Lehning
Jordan Lehning
Pump Organ
Lex Price
Lex Price
Bass
Mickey Raphael
Mickey Raphael
Harmonica
Steuart Smith
Steuart Smith
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Crowell
Rodney Crowell
Songwriter

Lyrics

It's like I'm sitting at a bus stop Waiting for a train Exactly how I got here is hard to explain My heart's in the right place What's left of it, I guess My heart ain't the problem It's my mind that's a total mess With these rickety old legs And these watery eyes It's hard to believe That I could pass for anybody's prize And here's what I know about The gifts that God gave Ah, you can't take 'em with you When you go to the grave It ain't over yet As someone who oughtta know Not so very long ago We were both hung out to dry It ain't over yet You can mark my word I don't care what you think, you heard We're still learning how to fly It ain't over yet For fools like me Who were built for the chase It takes a right kind of woman To help you put it all in place It only happened once in my life But man, you should have seen Her hair, two shades of foxtail red Her eyes, some far out sea blue-green I got caught up making a name for myself You know what that's about One day your ship comes rolling in The next day, it rolls right back out And you can't take for granted, none of this shit The higher up you fly boys The harder it is you're gonna get hit It ain't over yet I'll say this about that You can get up off the mat Or you can lay there 'til you die It ain't over yet Here's the truth, my friend You can't pack it in And we both know why It ain't over yet Silly boys blind to Yet they first think of second chances as some kind of curse I've known you forever and ever, it's true If you came by it easy, you wouldn't be you You make me laugh You make me cry You make me forget myself Back when down on my luck You kept me up for days You were there with the right words To help me crawl out of the maze And when I'd almost convinced myself I was hipper than thou Oh, you stepped up with a warning shot Fired sweet and low across the bow No, you don't walk on water And your sarcasm stings But the way you move through this old world Sure makes a case for angel wings I was halfway to the bottom When you threw me that line And I'll quote you now, verbatim Get your head out of your own behind It ain't over yet What you wanna bet One more cigarette Ain't gonna send you to the grave It ain't over yet I've seen your new girlfriend Thinks you're the living end Great big ol' sparkle in her eye It ain't over yet
Writer(s): Rodney Crowell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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