Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Creed Fisher
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Eric Lee Beddingfield
Songwriter:in
Letras
I did a one night stand in Phoenix, at a run-down dirty bar
As I stumbled off the stage, an old man grabbed my guitar
He said, "Son, I'm glad I caught your show, I really dig your sound
But you may never get your chance if you don't slow down"
I said, "I'm hopped up on the cocaine
Shootin' whiskey, feeling no pain
Need a handful of pills
Just to get back down
Half a bottle of George Dickel
And a fully loaded pistol
Scares off all the demons
Every time they come around
I've lost track of all the women
Can't get back what I've been spending
That's just the cost of living
More than one year at a time"
Well he was standing in the shadows, he fired up a cigarette
It was like I'd always known him even though we'd never met
There was something so familiar, that old six-string in his hand
And then his words cut through the smoke, he said, "I understand"
"Son, I've been hopped up on the cocaine
Shootin' whiskey, feeling no pain
Need a handful of pills
Just to get back down
Half a bottle of George Dickel
And a fully loaded pistol
Scares off all the demons
Every time they come around
I've lost track of all the women
Can't get back what I've been spending
That's just the cost of living
More than one year at a time"
Well I got an ice cold eerie feeling
When I recognized that man
He said, "Hoss, this outlaw bit
Can sure get out of hand"
When you're hopped up on the cocaine
Shootin' whiskey, feeling no pain
Need a handful of pills
Just to get back down
Half a bottle of George Dickel
And a fully loaded pistol
Scares off all the demons
Every time they come around
I've lost track of all the women
Can't get back what I've been spending
That's just the cost of living
More than one year at a time
More than one year at a time
More than one year at a time
Written by: Eric Lee Beddingfield