Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sturgill Simpson
Guitar
James Gadson
Drums
Chuck Bartels
Bass
Bobby Emmett
Keyboards
Miles Miller
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sturgill Simpson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sturgill Simpson
Producer
Chuck Bartels
Co-Producer
Bobby Emmett
Co-Producer
John Hill
Co-Producer
Paul "Paco" Cossette
Mixing Engineer
Daniel Bacigalupi
Mastering Engineer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Miles Miller
Co-Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I got a haircut in Norway
When all the weight started pulling me down
And smelling like a waterlogged wet dog ain't no way to travel
But as soon as I chopped it all off
It just grew back thick and brown
I keep tugging on the thread, hoping it all might come unraveled
I keep trying to throw it all away, but it comes right back around
They come backstage and on my bus, pretending to be my friend
Shaking hands behind grand stands all wearing the same old grin
Oh, but none of them bother knocking
Oh, they all just come on in
Asking me what all my songs mean
Wondering if they're all about them
[Verse 2]
Mercury must be in retrograde again
But at least it's not just hanging around, pretending to be my friend
Oh, the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention
If it's not nuclear war, it's gonna be a divine intervention
[Verse 3]
Living the dream makes a man wanna scream
Light a match and burn it all down
Head back home to the mountain
Far away from all the pull
Of all the journalists and sycophants building their brands
And all the traveling trophies and award show stands
And all the haters wishing they was in my band
Sorry boys, the bus is plumb full
[Verse 4]
Mercury must be in retrograde again
But at least it's not just hanging around, pretending to be my friend
Oh, the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention
If it's not nuclear war, it's gonna be a divine intervention
[Verse 5]
And there's nothing for me outside this hotel room
But another letdown, lonely day
Tour is almost over, then I'll be home soon
And it's all been done two or three times anyway
[Verse 6]
Mercury must be in retrograde again
But at least it's not just hanging around, pretending to be my friend
Oh, the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention
If it's not nuclear war, it's gonna be a divine intervention
Written by: Sturgill Simpson