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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Performer
Jason Isbell
Jason Isbell
Vocals
Browan Lollar
Browan Lollar
Electric Guitar
Amanda Shires
Amanda Shires
Fiddle
Derry DeBorja
Derry DeBorja
Keyboards
Jimbo Hart
Jimbo Hart
Bass Guitar
Chad Gamble
Chad Gamble
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Isbell
Jason Isbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Producer

Lyrics

See the man with the military mind
trying to make us all afraid all the time,
trying to make us all stay inside and lock our doors and windows.
See the man's got too much to count
try to recollect the sermon on the mount.
Blessed are the poor when they're all swinging from the gallows.
I ain't afraid no more.
However long the night, the dawn will break again.
We'll be around when you have lost your oldest friends.
There's nothing you can say or do to us to drown out this amen
'cause however long the night, the dawn will break again.
See the poet with nothing left to say.
Staring down at blank pages all day.
Let the alcohol take you away and sleep the way the fools do.
See the beast with the gasoline hand
breathing fire, drawing lines in the sand.
Pray we find ourselves a better plan or die the way we used to.
I ain't afraid no more.
However long the night, the dawn will break again.
We'll be around when you have lost your oldest friends.
There's nothing you can say or do to us to drown out this amen
'cause however long the night, the dawn will break again.
See the woman with the roses in her hair.
Bring me lovin' when it's too much to bear.
Tell me I can make a difference this time.
All I gotta do is make it all rhyme...
However long the night, the dawn will break again.
We'll be around when you have lost your oldest friends.
There's nothing you can say or do to us to drown out this amen
'cause however long the night, the dawn will break again.
Written by: Jason Isbell
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