Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Stapleton
Vocals
Dave Cobb
Acoustic Guitar
Benmont Tench
Piano
Derek Mixon
Drums
J.T. Cure
Bass Guitar
Morgane Stapleton
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Guy Clark
Songwriter
Richard Dobson
Songwriter
Susanna Clark
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Stapleton
Producer
Dave Cobb
Producer
Vance Powell
Mixing Engineer
Phillip Smith
Assistant Recording Engineer
Gena Johnson
Engineer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It's like when you're makin' conversation
And you're tryin' not to scream
And you're tryin' not to tell 'em
You don't care what they mean
[Verse 2]
And you're really feelin' fragile
And you really can't get home
And you really feel abandoned
But you wanna be alone
[Verse 3]
Old friends, they shine like diamonds
Old friends, you can always call
Old friends, Lord, you can't buy 'em
You know it's old friends, after all
[Verse 4]
And when the house is empty
And the lights begin to fade
And there's nothing to protect you
Except the window shade
And it's hard to put your finger
On the thing that scares you most
And you can't tell the difference
Between an angel and a ghost
[Verse 5]
Old friends, they shine like diamonds
Old friends, you can always call
Old friends, Lord, you can't buy 'em
You know it's old friends, after all
[Verse 6]
Old friends, they shine like diamonds
Old friends, you can always call
Old friends, Lord, you can't buy 'em
You know it's old friends, after all
Written by: Guy Clark, Richard Dobson, Susanna Clark