Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Bo Staloch
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bo Staloch
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
David Beck
Produzent:in
Lyrics
She was raised in a house full of bruises
Stained with whiskey and blood
And her lips were colored like springtime red tulips
Her eyes were colored like mud
Colored like mud
She ran away when she was 13
Her mother followed so they could stop bleeding
The daughter's father passed 2 years there after
Her mother said
"You're alright with me"
"Well honey, you're okay, breathe"
"Honey, you're alright right here with me"
"Honey, you're okay, breathe"
"Honey, you're alright right here with me"
The two spent their time there laughing and singing
Till winter struck everything still
The daughter fell broke and her mother fell ill
And now she's singing with the whippoorwills
The whipoorwhills
And I saw her dancing, her face to the ground
Her eyes the color of honey brown
And I fell in love by the second a tear shed
Her lips of springtime tulip red
And I said
"Honey, you're okay, breathe"
"Honey, you're alright right here with me"
"Honey, you're okay, breathe"
"Honey, you're alright right here with me"
(Yeah)
I'm sorry if I'm mean
But that's just my father in me
I hate to be cruel
But I was raised on blood, whiskey and fools
My eyes, they're bloodshot, your words hurt more than I would thought
And high hopes, they're cut down, how can I breathe when you're not around
These roads, are hallow, I can't go back to my hometown
My heart, swallowed, I guess that you are my home now
Well honey, you're okay, breathe
Honey, you're alright right here with me
Well honey, you're okay, breathe
Honey, you're alright right here with me
RIght here with me, just breathe
Writer(s): Robert Thomas Staloch
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