Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Drive-By Truckers
Drive-By Truckers
Künstler:in
Patterson Hood
Patterson Hood
Gitarre
Mike Cooley
Mike Cooley
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Earl Hicks
Earl Hicks
Komponist:in
Mike Cooley
Mike Cooley
Komponist:in
Patterson Hood
Patterson Hood
Komponist:in
Rob Malone
Rob Malone
Komponist:in
Brad Morgan
Brad Morgan
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Drive-By Truckers
Drive-By Truckers
Produzent:in
Dick Cooper
Dick Cooper
Ingenieur:in
Earl Hicks
Earl Hicks
Ingenieur:in
David Barbe
David Barbe
Mischtechniker:in
Rodney Mills
Rodney Mills
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lilla Hood
Lilla Hood
Grafikdesign
Wes Freed
Wes Freed
Grafikdesign
Felicia Graham
Felicia Graham
Fotografie

Lyrics

Well, your wishes and your feelings Your bad dreams and intuitions Are about as much used to me right now As a brand new set of golf clubs We've been this close to death before We were just too drunk to know it Guess the price of being sober's Being scared out of your mind When it comes your time to go Ain't no good way to go about it Ain't no use in thinking 'bout it You'll just drive yourself insane There comes a time for everything And the time has come for you To shut your mouth And get your ass on the plane Ain't nothing I'd rather do right now Than just go on home and lay around But that ain't never an option For a working man like me How much is enough you ask Well, I'll ask the man when I get a chance All I know right now There's somewhere else I'm suppose to be When it comes your time to go Ain't no good way to go about it Ain't no use in thinking 'bout it You'll just drive yourself insane There comes a time for everything And the time has come for you Shut your mouth and get your ass on the plane Well, screaming engines, shooting flames Dirty needles and cheap cocaine Some gal's old man with a gun To me it's all the same Dead is dead, there ain't no different If you walking around if you ain't living Living in fear, just another way of dying before your time When it comes your time to go Ain't no good way to go about it Ain't no use in thinking 'bout it You'll just drive yourself insane There comes a time for everything And the time has come for you Shut your mouth and get your ass on the plane Shut your mouth and get your ass on the plane
Writer(s): John Cooley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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