積分
出演艺人
Houston Keen
主唱
Logan Fischer
鼓
Robbie Vanosdol
节奏吉他
Zachary Petty
电吉他
Josh Winters
电吉他
Gary Morse
踏板钢丝弦吉他
Edan Archer
和声
Kitt Lange
键盘
作曲和作词
Houston Keen
词曲作者
制作和工程
Logan Fischer
制作人
歌詞
I blacked out behind the wheel
Just south of Jacksonville
And I woke up on the wrong side of the coast
It's what I get, I suppose
For chasing your ghost, around here
I spend my days lost in pictures
Studyin' the fixtures
Of a life that's livin', past the hands of time
It feels just like famous fiction
The beginning and the ending to a line
And it ain't so bad
Growin' old here
Addictions just tradition
Until we up and disappear
The country side is mighty fine
The farm and picket fence
You and I were just gettin' by
And pickin' southern oranges
I got sober for a minute
But lost it to the business
Of rock and roll on Saturday night
It's what I get, to compromise
And try to feel alright, without you
I spend my days just a-bleedin'
Pickin' at the sequence
Another song, that burns a hole in time
It feels almost over-privileged
To know just how it ended
Before the rhyme
And it ain't so bad
Growin' old here
Addictions just tradition
Until we up and disappear
The country side is mighty fine
The farm and picket fence
You and I were just gettin' by
And pickin' southern oranges
And it ain't so bad
Growin' old here
Addictions just tradition
Until we up and disappear
The country side is mighty fine
The farm and picket fence
You and I were just gettin' by
And pickin' southern oranges
The country side is mighty fine
The farm and picket fence
You and I were just gettin' by
And pickin' southern oranges
Writer(s): Houston Stafford Keen
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