Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Gill
Vince Gill
Electric Guitar
John Hobbs
John Hobbs
Piano
Chad Cromwell
Chad Cromwell
Drums
Michael Rhodes
Michael Rhodes
Bass Guitar
Richard Bennett
Richard Bennett
Acoustic Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Eric Darken
Eric Darken
Tambourine
Al Anderson
Al Anderson
Acoustic Guitar
Pete Wasner
Pete Wasner
Hammond Organ
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
Horn
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Gill
Vince Gill
Composer
Reed Nielsen
Reed Nielsen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vince Gill
Vince Gill
Recording Engineer
John Hobbs
John Hobbs
Recording Engineer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Traci Sterling Bisher
Traci Sterling Bisher
Studio Personnel
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steve Marcantonio
Steve Marcantonio
Recording Engineer
Neal Cappellino
Neal Cappellino
Recording Engineer
Greg Lawrence
Greg Lawrence
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Robinson
David Robinson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Scott Kidd
Scott Kidd
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

There ain't nothing in the bottom of your glass For a broken heart You were doing pretty good till she came And tore your world apart She found a little younger model You ran straight for the bottle There ain't nothing in the bottom of your glass For a broken heart. Do you find yourself tossin' and a turnin' In the middle of the night With a cigarette burning Staying up until the broad daylight Well you gotta be going crazy With another man lovin' on your baby There ain't nothing in the middle of the night For a broken heart. There ain't never been a cure for the lowdown blues When a woman puts on a pair of walking shoes You ought to know by now There's nothing, son, that you can do For a broken heart. Ain't nothing when the morning finally comes Gonna change a thing A little hair of the dog ain't gonna hurt you Have yourself a drink She found another lover I sure feel for you brother Ain't nothing in the whole wide world for a broken heart. There ain't never been a cure for the lowdown blues When a woman puts on a pair of walking shoes You ought to know by now There's nothing, son, that you can do For a broken heart...
Writer(s): Al Anderson, Vincent Gill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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