Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Aaron Lewis
Aaron Lewis
Stimme und Gesang
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Begleitgesang
Kevin "Swine" Grantt
Kevin "Swine" Grantt
Bass
Bobby Terry
Bobby Terry
Akustische Gitarre
Pat Buchanan
Pat Buchanan
E-Gitarre
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
E-Gitarre
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Stahlgitarre
Ben Kitterman
Ben Kitterman
Dobro
Mickey Raphael
Mickey Raphael
Mundharmonika
Jim "Moose" Brown
Jim "Moose" Brown
Orgel
Wyatt Beard
Wyatt Beard
Begleitgesang
Tony Creasman
Tony Creasman
Schlagzeug
Tyminski
Tyminski
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Aaron Lewis
Aaron Lewis
Songwriter:in
Ira Dean
Ira Dean
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Buddy Cannon
Buddy Cannon
Produzent:in
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Seth Morton
Seth Morton
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I've seen drunk girls singin' karaoke
I've seen old timers pray to their beer
And we all seem to have
Our sad stories to tell
That's how we all ended up here
[Verse 2]
Washing away all our problems
Gettin' baptized in those neon lights
And the drunker I get
The more things I forget
And I just ain't got that kind of time
[Verse 3]
So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey
Because it fills up the cracks in my soul
And it helps me forget
All the damage I've done
And all the time I've spent down in this hole
[Verse 4]
And for a moment I swear
I hear Jesus
Sayin', son it'll all be alright
So I take one more shot of redemption
Lord, it's like Sunday every Saturday night
[Verse 5]
Now the gospel comes out of that jukebox
And an angel just walked through the door
And she pulled up a chair right beside me
She said, do you think misery's got room for one more?
[Verse 6]
So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey
Because it fills up the cracks in my soul
And it helps me forget
All the damage I've done
And all the time I've spent down in this hole
[Verse 7]
And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus
Sayin', son it'll all be alright
So I take one more shot of redemption
Lord, it's like Sunday every Saturday night
[Verse 8]
Now the barstools are lined up
Like church pews
And the preacher just yelled out, last call
And confession is held
Belly up to the bar
Hell, even the best angels fall
[Verse 9]
So that's why I like drinkin' whiskey
Because it fills up the cracks in my soul
And it helps me forget
All the damage I've done
And all the time I've spent down in this hole
[Verse 10]
And for a moment I swear I hear Jesus
Sayin', son it'll all be alright
So I take one more shot of redemption
Lord, it's like Sunday every Saturday night
It's like Sunday every Saturday night
Written by: Aaron Lewis, Ira Dean
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