Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jimmie Allen
Jimmie Allen
Lead Vocals
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Acoustic Guitar
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Drums
Kenny Greenberg
Kenny Greenberg
Electric Guitar
Mike Rojas
Mike Rojas
Keyboards
Mickey Raphael
Mickey Raphael
Harmonica
Nickie Conley
Nickie Conley
Background Vocals
Maureen Murphy
Maureen Murphy
Background Vocals
Michael Rhodes
Michael Rhodes
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Richards
Keith Richards
Songwriter
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Songwriter
Sam Levine
Sam Levine
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Deaton
Robert Deaton
Producer
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Producer
Dan Davis
Dan Davis
Mixing Engineer
Evan Wilber
Evan Wilber
Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Austin Brown
Austin Brown
Engineer
Brandon Towles
Brandon Towles
Engineer
Hank Bachara
Hank Bachara
Engineer
Jason Hall
Jason Hall
Engineer
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Producer
Jimmy Mansfield
Jimmy Mansfield
Engineer
Joel McKenney
Joel McKenney
Engineer
Jordan Reed
Jordan Reed
Engineer
Josh Groppel
Josh Groppel
Engineer
Marcus King
Marcus King
Producer
Michael Walter
Michael Walter
Engineer
Michelle Freetly
Michelle Freetly
Engineer
Oscar Charles
Oscar Charles
Producer
Reid Shippen
Reid Shippen
Engineer
Steve Marcantonio
Steve Marcantonio
Engineer

Lyrics

Awe, yeah (Woo)
C'mon 'n talk to 'em, boys, hey
Ibeen holdin' out so long
Ibeen sleepin' all alone
Lord, I miss you, yeah
Ibeen hangin' on the phone
Ibeen sleepin' all alone
I want to kiss you sometimes
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Well, Ibeen haunted in my sleep
You've been starin' in my dreams
Lord, I miss you, child
Ibeen waitin' in the hall
Been waitin' on the call
And when the phone rings
It's just some friends of mine that said
"Hey, what's the matter, man?
We're gonna come around at twelve
With some Puerto Rican girls that's tryna meet you
We're gonna bring a case of wine
Let's go mess and fool around, you know, like we
Used to
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
And, oh, everybody waits so long, mmm
And, oh, baby, why you wait so long?
Won't you come on, come on?
Yeah
I been walkin' 'round Central Park
Singin' after dark
And people think I'm crazy
Stumblin' on my feet
And shufflin' through the streets
Askin' people, "What's the matter wit' you, boy?" Ha
And sometimes I want to say to myself, mmm, yeah
Sometimes I wanna say
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, hey
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, hey, let it ride, woo
I guess I'm lyin' to myself
It's just you, and no one else
But I won't miss you, child, no, uh
You've been blottin' on my mind
And foolin' on my time
No, I won't miss you, baby
No, I won't miss you
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
No, I won't miss you girl, no, woo
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Awe, yeah, 'cause it's how I feel sometimes, y'all
Ah-ah, ah-ah
I won't miss ya
I won't miss ya, girl
I won't miss you, no
I won't miss you, girl
I won't miss ya
I won't miss you, girl
No-no, no-no, no-no, yeah, yeah
No, I won't miss you, hey
No, no, no, no, no, woo
No, I won't miss you, baby, nah, nah, sing it with me, y'all, hey
I won't miss you, huh
I won't miss you, babe
Written by: Keith Richards, Mick Jagger
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