Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
R. Shayne Floyd
Leadgesang
Ryan Stigmon
Pedal-Steel-Gitarre
Norbert McGettigan
Bassgitarre
Alexa Rose
Harmoniegesang
Chris Gelb
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Paul Westerberg
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ryan Stigmon
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Well a person can work up
A mean mean thirst
After a hard day of nothin'
Much at all
Summer's passed
It's too late
To cut the grass
There ain't much to rake anyway in the fall
And sometimes I
Just ain't in the mood
To take my place in back
With the loudmouths
You're like a picture on the fridge
That's never stocked with food
I used to live at home
But now I stay at the house
And everybody wants
To be special here
They call your name out
Loud and clear
Here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one
Here today
Well my drinkin' buddy is bound
For another town
Once the police made you go away
Even if you're in the arms
Of someone's baby now
I'll take a great big whiskey to ya anyway
Everybody wants to be someone's here
Someone's gonna show up, never fear
Here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one
That feels ashamed?
Leaving alongside
Old Sad Eyes
He says opportunity knocks once
Then the door slams shut
All I know is I'm sick of everything that my
Money can buy
Fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts
First the lights, then the collar goes up
The wind begins to blow
Turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call
First the glass, then the leaves that pass
Then comes the snow
Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall
Written by: Paul Westerberg