Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ron Pope
Leadgesang
Paul Hammer
Akustische Gitarre
Scott Mulvahill
Kontrabass
Philip Sterk
Pedal-Steel-Gitarre
Nicki Bluhm
Begleitgesang
Robbie Crowell
Hammondorgel
Mike Riddleberger
Schlagzeug
Todd Lombardo
Banjo
Zach Berkman
Künstler:in
Cremaine Booker
Cello
Katelyn Kelly
Geige
Chuck Callahan
Geige
Josee Weigand
Bratsche
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ron Pope
Songwriter:in
Paul Hammer
Arrangeur:in
Zach Berkman
Arrangeur:in
Lyrics
Wildflowers grow along the fence line
In this "better keep the meter running" life
Beautiful and purple in the sunlight
Trying to put down roots 'cause it's their right
I know some may say they're weeds but I'm not bothered
Nothing delicate like that lasts very long
Just 'cause you were not invited to the party
Don't mean you can't dance when they put on your song
It's been a great lake summer
Busted taillights out on fifty-five
Windows open, headed south to Pontiac all night
This legacy of sadness that's in my people
Reservations like the color of my eyes
Yeah it's harder to pretend, but we survive
Inheritance don't have to be a treasure
Cruelty in the bathroom mirror light
Misery you carry like an anchor
That was meant to keep you from drifting with the tides
Irrational as it may seem, I guess I'm sorry
Even though I know that none of it's my fault
It is easier for me to count my blessings
Than to cry for every single thing we've lost
It's been a great lake summer
Busted taillights out on fifty-five
Windows open, headed south to Pontiac all night
This legacy of sadness that's in my people
Reservations like the color of my eyes
Yeah it's harder to pretend, but we survive
I ran to Baltimore, I could run to Rome
I have run most everywhere, but nothing ever feels like home
When I get to California, I will kiss her poison lips
And reach the logical conclusion, then I'll turn and run again
It's been a great lake summer
Busted taillights out on fifty-five
Windows open, headed south to Pontiac all night
This legacy of sadness that's in my people
Reservations like the color of my eyes
I could lie to you, but I won't waste your time
Yeah it's harder to pretend, but we survive
Writer(s): Ronald Michael Pope
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