Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Drums
George M Gekas
Bass
Michael Girardot
Trumpet
Robert Ingraham
Saxophone
Zachary Feinberg
Guitar
David Shaw
Vocals
Ed Williams
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Composer
Robert Ingraham
Composer
Michael Girardot
Composer
Zachary Feinberg
Songwriter
George M Gekas
Songwriter
David Shaw
Songwriter
Ed Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Ellman
Producer
Chris Finney
Engineer
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer
Jay Wesley
Assistant Engineer
Vance Powell
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Patience is still bitter in your mouth
The sweet taste was stolen
The story of the south
Part of me was home and the other half was gone
And I can't feel the pain when I'm lying all alone
[Verse 2]
'Cause I was breaking down, she was snorting cocaine in my bed
I was making money, somehow I know it's gonna be all alright
Something came to me in the wind last night
And now it's coming down
Oh, it's all coming out
Oh, and I can't stop it now, no
[Verse 3]
Get out your bulletproof vest
They can send them shots to your chest
We're gonna make it now
We're gonna make it out
Get out your bulletproof vest
They can send them shots to your chest
We're gonna make it now
We're gonna make it
[Verse 4]
So take it in tonight
Girl, your head ain't right
We could have a date
So we could share this life
There's something that I know
In the wind, as it blows
It's better to believe
Than to lie to everyone you know
[Verse 5]
I'm breaking down, she was snorting cocaine in my bed
I was making money, somehow I know it's gonna be all alright
Something came to me in the wind last night
I got a heart, you got a heart
Well that don't tell me just who you are
I got to know
I got to know, I got to know
I got to know, we got to go, come on
[Verse 6]
Get out your bulletproof vest
They can send them shots to your chest
We're gonna make it now
We're gonna make it out
Get out your bulletproof vest
They can send them shots to your chest
We're gonna make it now
We're gonna make it out
[Verse 7]
Patience is still bitter in your mouth
The sweet taste was stolen
That's the story of the south
And part of me was home
The other half was gone
And I can't feel the pain when I'm lying all alone
[Verse 8]
'Cause I was breaking down, she was snorting cocaine in my bed
I was making money, somehow I know it's gonna be all alright
Something came to me in the wind last night
[Verse 9]
Get out your bulletproof vest
They can send them shots to your chest
We're gonna make it now
We're gonna make it out
Get out your bulletproof vest
They can send them shots to your chest
We're gonna make it now
We're gonna make it
Written by: Andrew Stephen Campanelli, David William Shaw, Edward George Williams, George M Gekas, Michael Girardot, Robert Ingraham, Zachary Feinberg